Eisenstern 1.12
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I hadn’t thought about him in a while when, one morning, dad showed up at the doorstep. It was so nice to see him! I’d gotten so caught up in raising the kids that I’d forgotten to stay in touch with him, and in realising that, I became somewhat embarrassed and ashamed of it. I shouldn’t forget him. He was the one that raised me, and he might have some insight for me about raising stubborn little boys.
After all, he raised the original stubborn little boy.
Surprisingly, though, he tells me I wasn’t much of a buttmonkey. Supposedly that was Morgyn, but dad didn’t have to deal with Morgyn anyway, that was mom’s problem. I always wondered why they’d never raised us together, but I’d never asked. I still don’t have the courage. The reasons are probably ultimately none of my business.
I managed to save up enough to buy the tunnel jungle gym the boys wanted so much. Cynemaer seemed absolutely thrilled about it, though Dustin is still far more interested in talking to everyone and everything. (I caught him talking to a bird once. That was adorable.)
I’m a little worried the boys won’t learn everything they need to know in time. It’s rough raising too little precocious brats-I mean angels-at once. (Being fair about it, Dustin’s a darling. Cynemaer’s a pain in my backside. He’s got Drake’s looks but Morgyn’s attitude. Or maybe it’s mine.)
Bryn’s still a little sweetie, too. She’s taken to helping around the house, keeping the dishes cleaned and her brothers entertained. She’s my favourite. Don’t tell the boys.
She’s decided she’s a bear, recently.
I’m not sure how she figures she’s a bear-I’m definitely not a bear-but I eventually decided I’m probably not supposed to understand it, simply go with it. If I could stand the heat in a bear-suit I’d wear one. Alas… I cannot. Hot weather and temperatures are Morgyn’s thing, not mine. I much prefer the ice and the cold.
When I was a baby, I often ran around outside in the freezing cold in just a nappy. … my father likes to bring it up in conversation and embarrass me with it because I’d scare the crap out of him. So at least Bryn’s not running around outside in the freezing cold in nothing but a nappy?
He makes a cute airplane.
Of course, he’s also getting heavy, and I keep trying to tell the kids, bother your father, not me. I’m getting too old for this. (I’m not getting old at all.) Actually, I come to find I’m getting some annoyingly familiar quirks and changes again, and I really hope I’m wrong.
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have another baby in the house. For all that I really don’t like the birthing part, I sure enjoy having baby faces around. Though, admittedly, I’m also getting quite sick of dolls.
Well, turns out I was right, and we’re having another baby. Hopefully, this time, just one. I really don’t need another set of twins, though of course, twins run in the family. I myself am a twin, I don’t know what I was expecting.
I’m trying not to be so sour about it. But this wasn’t exactly in the plans. Of course, birthing yourself an army of spellcasters and taking over Mt. Komorebi sounds like a very effective way to… do… something. Ensure there are a lot of spellcasters in the future, I suppose.
Well, Bryn does not seem to be able to use magic. Since Cynemaer is most certainly a vampire, he’s definitely not a spellcaster. That means either this new baby, or Dustin, must be a spellcaster, or I’ve failed in that repopulate the spellcasters plan.
Wait, when did it change to repopulate the spellcasters? …I need to review my notes.
After much disturbance hearing the ghostly meows of this ectoplasmic cat, I finally found it. And I’m relatively certain this is the same cat that I grew up with. Shame we weren’t reunited until he’d passed away, but he’s just as friendly as I remember. Albeit, he’s also a little distant, and has developed a number of bad habits, but I vaguely remember getting him the bowtie and top hat. I remember thinking it was strange that he’d kept it on. Apparently, he really never did lose it.
I’m not sure what his name is now, but I called him Whiskers. He still seems to answer to that. Hmm. He seems to remember me, but I don’t suspect that’s a good thing at the moment. The last we saw one another was a very long time ago. I was in nappies myself.
Diaval doesn’t seem to mind Whiskers’ presence, at least. Or if he does, he hasn’t told me.
Soon enough, though, it was the twins’ birthday. I decided to try my hand at a chocolate cake this time, but nobody was free and able to attend a party, so we simply threw a small one just us. The boys didn’t seem terribly disappointed. I’m glad for that much. Never mind I wasn’t exactly up for throwing a birthday party while starting to bloat.
I know, pregnancy is not bloating…
Cynemaer is almost the spitting image of Drake. I suspected he’d end up looking like Drake. The colouration is firmly correct, and he’s even got the same eye colour with the slight, dim glow. I love Drake’s eyes. I love Cynemaer’s, too.
Dustin has the same hair colour, with a darker skin tone. Both got my propensity towards freckles. That was interesting to see, but it’s cute. Dustin doesn’t seem to think about it too much. His eyes are an interesting shade of perhaps turquoise. I’m not sure how he got that eye colour. Drake’s are icy blue and mine are grey.
Well, no matter. It’s a stunning colour.
Surprisingly, it turns out Drake was researching vampirism in an attempt to find a cure. There were rumours in Forgotten Hollow about a cure existing, but Drake had never heard anything more about it. Incidentally, he found it. He’s not a vampire anymore.
This makes mealtimes a little easier, for sure.
On the other hand, he did give up his immortality, right when I found immortality of my own. I shared mine with him; fortunately you don’t need to be a spellcaster for a potion to work for you, just to make one. He’d never mentioned that to me before, and I was surprised by it, but pleasantly. It’s his decision, of course, and I’d have supported him either way.
Time flies. Before I knew it, it was time for the new baby to be born. A healthy, bouncy little girl I’ve named Freya. I find I have a soft spot for my daughters. Freya won’t be an exception, but much like Bryn, I don’t sense the spark of magic in her.
Well, I love her just the same.
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