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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 17:31:03 GMT -8
Vim shrugged. "We'll just have to wait. He's not moving for awhile. I'll make a fire."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 17:36:13 GMT -8
(I has to go, bye :c)
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 17:41:46 GMT -8
Once the fire was made, Vim sat down and watched Metal. Strange emotions came up. He was angry. He was sad.
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Bolla was soothed by the voice and cooed, fisting a hand in Boethiah's hair.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 17:52:23 GMT -8
Boe chuckle lightly and kissed the top of the girl's head. This mothering thing wasn't so bad, she thought. And so she kept singing to Bolla.
On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing,
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep."
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 17:58:31 GMT -8
((So i'm stuck here with Skips Tempest and Metal offline. How do I continue this?))
Vim Pulled the arrows and pressed the strip of sap-lathered bark to the flesh for the last time. "Well, that'll stop the bleeding." He said to himself. He turned and looked at Skips. "Well, I think you guy's are fine now. So I'll just return to my w-...fian-... Boethiah." He hopped on Thorntail and hoped Boethiah was okay.
He landed outside the door and as he walked up to it he heard beautiful singing. He lowly peeked in to see Boethiah singing to the baby.
For a moment he imagined that that was their baby. His heart swelled in a strange way. He walked in the door. "I'm back."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 18:04:42 GMT -8
She looked up, Bolla almost back asleep in her arms and she smiled a little when she saw Vin. But then her mind remembered why he left. And he had a bit of blood on himself as well. Her mind went to the worst possible thing, but she was ready to hear whatever it was. "Was everything okay?" she asked quietly to not disturb the baby. "What happened?"
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 18:09:11 GMT -8
"Metal was injured in a battle." He sat down and set down his spear. "I bandadged him up. Skips and Allyssa are going to take care of him." He eyed the baby. "You got her asleep?" He asked.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 18:12:03 GMT -8
Metal. Her heart stopped a bit, but when he said that Skips and Allyssa were going to take care of him, she relaxed a little and answered his question. "Yeah," she smiled down at the sleeping Bolla in her arms. "I think so."
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 18:14:10 GMT -8
"I don't like this," Said Vim's mom, "The baby still needs to nurse!"
"I have a feeder," Said Boethiah's mom, "Boe knows where it is."
"Besides," Said Vim's dad, "She's almost ready to be weaned. And it'll be good to get them used to being around eachother and a baby."
"I just don't like the idea of leaving them all there overnight." She said, "But I suppose it'll be fine."
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Vim smiled. "I heard you singing." He admitted, "You'll be a great mother." He looked upstairs and took the baby. "I'll take her upstairs. She'll probably sleep until dinner, then she'll need to be fed. Unless our parents come back by then."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 18:22:13 GMT -8
She blushed a little at his compliment and let him take his sister. By now, she wondered if they'd come back at all. But at least she wasn't alone with the kid anymore. Though, she did sort of enjoy it. "Remember, first door when you get up," she smirked. He probably didn't forget, but it was just to maybe tease a bit.
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 18:25:00 GMT -8
He set her on the bed and tucked the blankets around to make sure she wouldn't roll off and went back downstairs. "Thanks for taking care of her by yourself," He said, "You did a great job."
He looked out a window. It was soon to be dinner time. Had they spent the whole day there?
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 18:29:46 GMT -8
"No problem," she said. Boethiah looked down at her hands a little. She was a bit worried about what her mother and Vim's and the other girls told her before. That her life was to take care of her husband and her family. Given, that was important, she wanted things to be normal too. Not just sit around cooking and cleaning and being a little housemaid. Bearing children and raising them. She was only 16 and she still wanted to live her life like she thought she would.
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 18:32:19 GMT -8
He noticed the look on her face and laughed. "Noooo. Nuh uh. No kids, don't worry. Not for awhile." He smiled reassuringly at her. "So, dinner. Do you have any chickens ready for slaughter?" He asked.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 18:39:23 GMT -8
At least it was a relief, but parents were pushy. she just tried to push all thoughts of that away.
Boethiah chuckled, but had to think a bit about his question. She thought there were, probably outside the Mystery Room, as she now called it. Never allowed in there and she honestly didn't want to. Her parents business was their own. "I think there's a few outside near where the goats are."
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 18:45:52 GMT -8
"I'll be back." He said, grabbing a hatchet and walking outside. He selected his chicken--an old hen that barely laid eggs. He decapitated quickly and painlessly and let the blood drain.
As he started defeathering it, he realized he started thinking of himself in different ways. He thought of how he would be as a husband and father. As a Viking, fully grown. He was the son of the best hunter on Berk. He'd gain his father's status when he retired. And if he didn't have many kids he and Boethiah would be one of the wealthier families on Berk. He suddenly got dizzy.
He shook his head as he gutted the defeathered chicken and pulled out the guts. When it was done he washed his hands outside and brought it in, sweating. "It's ready." He told her and set it by the fireplace.
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