So serious. The way she crawls and occasionally toddles after her older cousins, her face the picture of concentration, trying to keep up with their pace like it's her self-appointed job.
A small, dark face with dark, unsmiling eyes. Always looking, always watching. It is not the wondering look of most infants but a speculative one which says, "Hey, I'm withholding judgment, here. At least until I've seen a little more."
It is perhaps not surprising, then, that similarly dark eyes gaze back with corresponding uncertainty.
A younger Zoe, still in her adolescence, sits indian style with a small babe facing her on her lap. She is holding two fingers out before the child who, gripping them furiously, tenses her entire body and levers herself up. Baby pull-ups.
Zoe observes this repeated action with mounting unease.
"She's not going t' bite ya, darlin'," comes a deep voice from the doorway. An older buck, deep creases wrinkling his forehead and softening his angular features, leans in through the doorway. He smiles with an absent tenderness as he considers his niece and her child. "I 'spect she's hungry. You'll want t' feed her." As short on words as he ever is, he turns and leaves the way he came.
Which leaves just the two of them, again. Zoe returns her attention to the silent babe in her arms, who, true to her uncle's words, gives a sudden and fretful cry. This, finally, triggers something in the young doe. Drawing the small bundle to her chest, she unfolds her lanky legs from beneath her and stands, murmuring reassurances into the little one's ear as she goes. "Shh-shh-shh, Keita, shh-shh-shh, baby..." She starts softly singing as she leaves through the door, silencing the mewling cries of the infant she carries.
*Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry yer eyes
Rest yer head 'gainst my heart
Never to part, baby mine...*
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Bah.
Posted by:
Oklinaat
2006-06-27
The end lullaby should be separated into four lines but it didn't work. XD
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A small, dark face with dark, unsmiling eyes. Always looking, always watching. It is not the wondering look of most infants but a speculative one which says, "Hey, I'm withholding judgment, here. At least until I've seen a little more."
It is perhaps not surprising, then, that similarly dark eyes gaze back with corresponding uncertainty.
A younger Zoe, still in her adolescence, sits indian style with a small babe facing her on her lap. She is holding two fingers out before the child who, gripping them furiously, tenses her entire body and levers herself up. Baby pull-ups.
Zoe observes this repeated action with mounting unease.
"She's not going t' bite ya, darlin'," comes a deep voice from the doorway. An older buck, deep creases wrinkling his forehead and softening his angular features, leans in through the doorway. He smiles with an absent tenderness as he considers his niece and her child. "I 'spect she's hungry. You'll want t' feed her." As short on words as he ever is, he turns and leaves the way he came.
Which leaves just the two of them, again. Zoe returns her attention to the silent babe in her arms, who, true to her uncle's words, gives a sudden and fretful cry. This, finally, triggers something in the young doe. Drawing the small bundle to her chest, she unfolds her lanky legs from beneath her and stands, murmuring reassurances into the little one's ear as she goes. "Shh-shh-shh, Keita, shh-shh-shh, baby..." She starts softly singing as she leaves through the door, silencing the mewling cries of the infant she carries.
*Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry yer eyes
Rest yer head 'gainst my heart
Never to part, baby mine...*
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Bah.
Posted by: Oklina at 2006-06-27The end lullaby should be separated into four lines but it didn't work. XD
Just an FYI. XD
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Sniff...
Posted by: Ender at 2006-06-27I weep. She's so wonderful.