Having the good grace to be embarassed, since the tofu turkey had been her own idea, Connie simply shrugged. "No animal shapes then. Maybe next time we can make a tofu carrot or something. Easter's coming, after all." She shared a wink around the table.
The request stunned her into silence, but warmed her completely to know that her friends were asking them to be an active part of their daughter's lives. Connie hugged Nyra sideways, and gently brushed the tears away from her lover's cheeks, then blushed as the artist did the same for her. "Honored being an understatement, I think, but the only word I can think of at the moment. Happy. Ecstatic. Awesome. Of course 'yes' works, too."
Passing around plates and vegetables, Connie asked curiously, "Abigail and Rebeccah? I find it eyebrow-quirkingly funny that you would pick one name with the same first initial, but not the other. Ah well, I imagine it goes better with your last names. How are you going to handle those, by the way? Keep them? Hyphenate them?"
Pictures, Nurseries, and try not to burn the chicken.(private)
Meegan sat curled around Rachyl as the hammock moved in a gentle swing, powered by Rachyl's foot. Rachyl flipped through the seven photos in her hand over and over, while Meegan rubbed circles across her newly expanded belly. Rachyl's baby bump was more and more noticeable each day and Meegan loved the feel of it in her hands. The pictures were a bizarre sepia tint and showed mostly squashed faces. They were the stills from the 3D sonogram they had done earlier in the day.
Their two best friends were coming over for dinner and they planned to announce the amazing findings of that sonogram, as well as finalize some things for Nyra's painting in the nursery now that they knew the most important detail. That brought the dinner menu to her mind, on her counter sat enough salad makings to feed an army battalion, large nearly perfect portabella mushrooms, ready to go into a marinade identical to the one the four breasts of well trimmed free range organic chicken were currently soaking in. Winter squashes sat cut and seeded and covered in plastic until it was time to put them on the grill. All in all it would be a lovely dinner. Plus Meegan had a stash of Jersey cranberries hidden in the crisper drawer for Rachyl's dessert.
Grinning to herself she placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek, and settled her head to look at the faces of their babies.
"Do you know what time it is?"
Connie
17 years ago
Rachyl
17 years ago
Hugging Connie and Nyra in turn, Rachyl sat quietly, tremendously pleased, as she filled her plate. "We've already talked about that. We're both keeping our last names, but the girls will be Walker hyphen Masters. And as far as figuring out which one's which, we've also already decided that the redhead will be Rebeccah, and the not-redhead will be Abigail."
Slicing her chicken breast into small pieces, Rachyl continued explaining, "Because red hair runs in my family I really expect one of the children to be as red - but not quite as curly - as myself. I hope it, in fact, considering all those articles I emailed to you guys about redheads slowly going extinct." Mock-dramatically, Rachyl thudded her fist quietly against the table stating firmly, "We've gotta stick together, darn it, we redheads!"
Leaning over a bit to nudge Meegan, with her strawberry-blonde hair, she giggled. "Though I wouldn't admit it at all after my nine months are up, I think I would be just marginally disappointed if one didn't end up with red hair. But I fully expect the glow of motherhood and pride and love for my children will override that completely."
Slicing her chicken breast into small pieces, Rachyl continued explaining, "Because red hair runs in my family I really expect one of the children to be as red - but not quite as curly - as myself. I hope it, in fact, considering all those articles I emailed to you guys about redheads slowly going extinct." Mock-dramatically, Rachyl thudded her fist quietly against the table stating firmly, "We've gotta stick together, darn it, we redheads!"
Leaning over a bit to nudge Meegan, with her strawberry-blonde hair, she giggled. "Though I wouldn't admit it at all after my nine months are up, I think I would be just marginally disappointed if one didn't end up with red hair. But I fully expect the glow of motherhood and pride and love for my children will override that completely."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan gave a small pout and sullenly put a piece of chicken on her plate. "I have red hair too."
The pout turned into a grin and she filled her plate. She did hope that they had a red-head and a blond, it would be cool knowing that one was truly of her flesh and one truly of Rachyl's.
Their dinner passed in amiable happy conversation. They plotted and planned the baby shower, talked about how much clothing the girls would most likely have and made general girls of themselves.
Together they cleaned up the table and Meegan was forced to sit at the breakfast bar and watch the other three do the dishes, since she'd been told, "you made dinner, so sit." So she sat.
When the dishes were rinsed and put in the dishwasher and the extra food all put away, they made their way up to the nursery.
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The pout turned into a grin and she filled her plate. She did hope that they had a red-head and a blond, it would be cool knowing that one was truly of her flesh and one truly of Rachyl's.
Their dinner passed in amiable happy conversation. They plotted and planned the baby shower, talked about how much clothing the girls would most likely have and made general girls of themselves.
Together they cleaned up the table and Meegan was forced to sit at the breakfast bar and watch the other three do the dishes, since she'd been told, "you made dinner, so sit." So she sat.
When the dishes were rinsed and put in the dishwasher and the extra food all put away, they made their way up to the nursery.
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Connie
17 years ago
Giggling at Rachyl's opining about the obstructions a pregnant belly provided to truly washing dishes, she set the redhead to trying and to packaging the food, while she and Nyra alternated rinsing and clearing. They worked well, she thought, and got a little imaginative about handling the duties of godmother-auntie-babysitting between the four of them.
Meegan's request that they view the nursery so soon surprised her; after all, Nyra had (so far as she knew) barely begun her tasks of decorating and painting the forthcoming Twins' Territory. "Mental note, Stone," she whispered to herself as she climbed the stairs, "Get a sign made that reads 'Twins Territory.'"
Meegan's request that they view the nursery so soon surprised her; after all, Nyra had (so far as she knew) barely begun her tasks of decorating and painting the forthcoming Twins' Territory. "Mental note, Stone," she whispered to herself as she climbed the stairs, "Get a sign made that reads 'Twins Territory.'"
Nyra
17 years ago
Dinner was fabulous and with the dishes done they were off to the nursery. Nyra was thinking little girls as the door opened. She took a minute to simply absorb the space. Finally the images in her head had to escape and she lifted the tablet in her hand and started to sketch. Talking absently through her work she questioned the mothers to be.
"Do you just want a mural? Or can I do fun things like add painted ribbons or starbursts to around the door and window? What did you two have in mind?"
Quickly a rough outline of the room was on the small screen. Working quickly she created a new page and drew a fancy bow with streaming ribbons and tiny flowers blowing in the breeze. Pushing that page aside she started again with bursts that would resemble bright sparks of color with abstract swirls. The third ended up being vines and hearts but she feared that may be too 'cutesy' for Meegan. Manipulating the digital images so the three were side by side she offered the pad to Rachyl.
"Any preferences? Butterflies? Puppies? Daisys?"
Grinning at her own ability to distract herself she shook her head.
"I can just do a mural though, if you know what you want."
"Do you just want a mural? Or can I do fun things like add painted ribbons or starbursts to around the door and window? What did you two have in mind?"
Quickly a rough outline of the room was on the small screen. Working quickly she created a new page and drew a fancy bow with streaming ribbons and tiny flowers blowing in the breeze. Pushing that page aside she started again with bursts that would resemble bright sparks of color with abstract swirls. The third ended up being vines and hearts but she feared that may be too 'cutesy' for Meegan. Manipulating the digital images so the three were side by side she offered the pad to Rachyl.
"Any preferences? Butterflies? Puppies? Daisys?"
Grinning at her own ability to distract herself she shook her head.
"I can just do a mural though, if you know what you want."
Rachyl
17 years ago
Hand on her belly, she stood just inside the door she whispered under her breath, "And here is when Auntie Nyra designed your bedroom." They had a general idea of their wants, but less of an idea of the layout.
"Yes, yes yes. We" -Rachyl looked at Meegan, and received a nod from the designer- "want you to have full creative ability to do whatever you want. The only thoughts we'd had in mind were perhaps a castle and dragon, you know, a fantasy like scene, and close-to-astronomically correct stars on the ceiling. Other than that... we don't want to stick too heavily to one color, like pink. We want our children to embrace the rainbow."
Not realizing the potential entendre in her previous comment, she gestured over her shoulder back to the master bedroom. "They'll be in our room for a couple months at the very least."
She walked into the room and stood in the corner directly opposite the door and turned towards the portal, and swung her hands in a vague pointing gesture, reminiscent of an airplane landing. "We figure the cribs should go here, so it's not quite as far to go to reach them," her hands spread in an L shape, "and so they get equal window space."
Walking to the corner near the bathroom door, next to the wall that housed the attic steps, she drew an imaginary circle on the ground. "Toddling area. Changing table between the two doors. Mommies' chairs go near each window," she pointed, "at the end of each crib."
Arching an eyebrow at Meegan, to make sure she hadn't missed anything they'd agreed upon, she crossed her arms over her belly and smiled widely.
"Yes, yes yes. We" -Rachyl looked at Meegan, and received a nod from the designer- "want you to have full creative ability to do whatever you want. The only thoughts we'd had in mind were perhaps a castle and dragon, you know, a fantasy like scene, and close-to-astronomically correct stars on the ceiling. Other than that... we don't want to stick too heavily to one color, like pink. We want our children to embrace the rainbow."
Not realizing the potential entendre in her previous comment, she gestured over her shoulder back to the master bedroom. "They'll be in our room for a couple months at the very least."
She walked into the room and stood in the corner directly opposite the door and turned towards the portal, and swung her hands in a vague pointing gesture, reminiscent of an airplane landing. "We figure the cribs should go here, so it's not quite as far to go to reach them," her hands spread in an L shape, "and so they get equal window space."
Walking to the corner near the bathroom door, next to the wall that housed the attic steps, she drew an imaginary circle on the ground. "Toddling area. Changing table between the two doors. Mommies' chairs go near each window," she pointed, "at the end of each crib."
Arching an eyebrow at Meegan, to make sure she hadn't missed anything they'd agreed upon, she crossed her arms over her belly and smiled widely.
Nyra
17 years ago
Listening to the ideas her friend had jump started Nyra's creativity even more than it had been at the thought of painting the room. She was swiftly jotting notes on her tablet in an attempt to get the particulars down before she started artistically interpreting the request. If she didn't there was a good chance she would forget something and have to redesign later.
"Realistic or unrealistic looking? And if the later do you want it extreme or moderate?"
In her head she repeated the word rainbow several times. Her hand itched to take a pencil to the walls themselves and put some of her ideas up to see how they looked. Looking at the 'canvas' she contemplated it. More than likely she would need to prime the surface and then base coat it. Rummaging in her bag for a pencil she stepped close to the door frame. Poised to make the pristine surface she looked at her friends.
"May I?"
"Realistic or unrealistic looking? And if the later do you want it extreme or moderate?"
In her head she repeated the word rainbow several times. Her hand itched to take a pencil to the walls themselves and put some of her ideas up to see how they looked. Looking at the 'canvas' she contemplated it. More than likely she would need to prime the surface and then base coat it. Rummaging in her bag for a pencil she stepped close to the door frame. Poised to make the pristine surface she looked at her friends.
"May I?"
Meegan
17 years ago
"I think something along the lines of moderately unrealistic. I don't think the dragon should be scowling, like a realistic dragon would, and the castle and everything else should be...whimsical."
She grinned at Nyra's poised pencil. "Go for it."
She grinned at Nyra's poised pencil. "Go for it."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie pictured the general idea of the scene Rachyl presented. She leaned over to Meegan and suggested quietly, "I'm partial to pirate ships, myself."
When her artistic lover moved over to scratch her pencil on the door's frame, she gasped loudly, then moved quickly to interject her hands between the pencil and the paint. "WAIT, wait wait wait!" She looked frantically between Meegan and Rachyl. "You can't begin prepping the room, unless..."
Connie wiggled her eyebrows as she flung her gaze meaningfully between her best friend, and the mother-to-be. Wiggling her eyebrows, she jolted her head a little, as if dancing or moving or doing some other repetitively motion-filled action. She hoped fervently one of the three amazingly intelligent women got the thrust of her completely unscripted innuendo.
When no one seemed to respond, she simpered, "You know. Unless you've already blessed this room?"
When her artistic lover moved over to scratch her pencil on the door's frame, she gasped loudly, then moved quickly to interject her hands between the pencil and the paint. "WAIT, wait wait wait!" She looked frantically between Meegan and Rachyl. "You can't begin prepping the room, unless..."
Connie wiggled her eyebrows as she flung her gaze meaningfully between her best friend, and the mother-to-be. Wiggling her eyebrows, she jolted her head a little, as if dancing or moving or doing some other repetitively motion-filled action. She hoped fervently one of the three amazingly intelligent women got the thrust of her completely unscripted innuendo.
When no one seemed to respond, she simpered, "You know. Unless you've already blessed this room?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
It took Rachyl a moment to completely comprehend why Connie was stopping her artist lover from beginning to work. "Blessed the... oh!" Shaking her head, she looked at Meegan and Nyra. "Would one of you smack her, please? Impertinent girl."
Blowing air kisses at Connie, she walked over and gave a sideways hug to the tall accountant. "Of course we did. Every room before the first month in the house was out." Smiling widely though she knew her cheeks were pinkening - she and Connie had never much talked about their sex lives, though she'd only barely begun to broach the subjects with Nyra - she hung onto the raven-haired vampire.
"Seriously though, go on, Nyra. You can do anything you want in this room except knock out walls. We like the walls." Winking, she leaned and gave the artist a hug of her own, then surreptitiously pushed those two lovers together against the jamb that Nyra was about to 'deface', and took the few steps to take Meegan's side and hand.
"Oh, and the ceiling fan's getting replaced, that's why there's just a metal plate up there. We had to special order a fan with up-turned bulbs, so they wouldn't be too bright for the babies' eyes. That would likely end up decorated, too," she amended.
Blowing air kisses at Connie, she walked over and gave a sideways hug to the tall accountant. "Of course we did. Every room before the first month in the house was out." Smiling widely though she knew her cheeks were pinkening - she and Connie had never much talked about their sex lives, though she'd only barely begun to broach the subjects with Nyra - she hung onto the raven-haired vampire.
"Seriously though, go on, Nyra. You can do anything you want in this room except knock out walls. We like the walls." Winking, she leaned and gave the artist a hug of her own, then surreptitiously pushed those two lovers together against the jamb that Nyra was about to 'deface', and took the few steps to take Meegan's side and hand.
"Oh, and the ceiling fan's getting replaced, that's why there's just a metal plate up there. We had to special order a fan with up-turned bulbs, so they wouldn't be too bright for the babies' eyes. That would likely end up decorated, too," she amended.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nodding at Meegan's concept which was exactly what she had been thinking of, though in unrealistic type colors to reflect the rainbow theme. Of course, dragons were inherently unrealistic so the whole conversation was ridiculous but still there was a puffy fluffy cartoon dragon and a more dinosaur looking type. Whimsical was completely doable even with the later type of dragon.
The first comment from Connie's mouth was enough to make the artist smile and wonder how she could add that ship into the room somehow. A call to wait caught her with her hand above her head ready to make the first stroke of lead to wall. With that kind of reason as to why she was told to stop had her groaning. Landing a light slap on her lover's upper arm while she groaned, she was glad Rachyl and Meegan did not take offense.
"Dear, there are some things, we do NOT need to know." Her blush was from her forehead to her chest if the heat she felt was any indicator.
Thankfully Rachyl had Connie firmly in hand so when she gave the go ahead, Nyra did. Remembering a series of books she red in college she depicted the marvelous dragons. The first one clung to the edge of the door with delicately clawed front arms and strong back legs climbed up the side of the door. Graceful wings were arched in the air, as if flapping for purchase or balance. Minor detailing along the spine and face as well as a tail had the rough outline done. In the belly of the beasty she wrote very clearly 'Burple' before moving around the room and finding the next spot for a dragon. This time she sat on the floor of the 'todling' area. Here she put down a light line to indicate ground and drew one dragon taking off for flight, its color noted as 'Golreen'. Another was curled in sleep in the dip of the landscape with 'Yellorange' as its designation. Leaving that wall for the one adjoining had 'Silpink' flying straight up but still low on the wall.
Each crib location had a flying friend heading towards the window but no color noted. Leaving those blank she walled to the last unmarked wall. Blocking the space carefully about waist high, she made a swift outline of a castle. It was a very basic shape, she would do research on more shapes to get a better concept in her head for later, but now it was just two turrets and a main building. Flags flew from the peeks and each depicted a dragon in miniature. Below and towards the door became rolling hills giving way to ocean. Next to the door frame was a small ship in the distance, though its flag was not a jolly roger, but a matching dragon pennant.
This did not take a huge amount of time as the images were rough and more in her head than depicted on the walls. Sitting hard on her tush she lay back and looked upwards, wondering if she could paint more up on the ceiling. Though clouds and rainbows would be fitting as well. Pencil tapping unsharpened end to the floor she contemplated the techniques to use.
"You mommies get to pick the colors for the girl's dragons. Though we can change anything you dont like."
The first comment from Connie's mouth was enough to make the artist smile and wonder how she could add that ship into the room somehow. A call to wait caught her with her hand above her head ready to make the first stroke of lead to wall. With that kind of reason as to why she was told to stop had her groaning. Landing a light slap on her lover's upper arm while she groaned, she was glad Rachyl and Meegan did not take offense.
"Dear, there are some things, we do NOT need to know." Her blush was from her forehead to her chest if the heat she felt was any indicator.
Thankfully Rachyl had Connie firmly in hand so when she gave the go ahead, Nyra did. Remembering a series of books she red in college she depicted the marvelous dragons. The first one clung to the edge of the door with delicately clawed front arms and strong back legs climbed up the side of the door. Graceful wings were arched in the air, as if flapping for purchase or balance. Minor detailing along the spine and face as well as a tail had the rough outline done. In the belly of the beasty she wrote very clearly 'Burple' before moving around the room and finding the next spot for a dragon. This time she sat on the floor of the 'todling' area. Here she put down a light line to indicate ground and drew one dragon taking off for flight, its color noted as 'Golreen'. Another was curled in sleep in the dip of the landscape with 'Yellorange' as its designation. Leaving that wall for the one adjoining had 'Silpink' flying straight up but still low on the wall.
Each crib location had a flying friend heading towards the window but no color noted. Leaving those blank she walled to the last unmarked wall. Blocking the space carefully about waist high, she made a swift outline of a castle. It was a very basic shape, she would do research on more shapes to get a better concept in her head for later, but now it was just two turrets and a main building. Flags flew from the peeks and each depicted a dragon in miniature. Below and towards the door became rolling hills giving way to ocean. Next to the door frame was a small ship in the distance, though its flag was not a jolly roger, but a matching dragon pennant.
This did not take a huge amount of time as the images were rough and more in her head than depicted on the walls. Sitting hard on her tush she lay back and looked upwards, wondering if she could paint more up on the ceiling. Though clouds and rainbows would be fitting as well. Pencil tapping unsharpened end to the floor she contemplated the techniques to use.
"You mommies get to pick the colors for the girl's dragons. Though we can change anything you dont like."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan watch Nyra with a sort of awe. She had her own artistic talent, but it's nothing like what Nyra could do and never would be. So, when the artist lay down on the floor Meegan was still staring at the rough dragon outlines and the full images they evoked in her brain.
"This is going to be amazing, Nyra."
She walked to the dragon that would be on what they'd determined was Abigail's space and stared at it, getting the image of it in her mind. She closed her eyes and let the creature form in her imagination. It was a magnificent beast with shining reddish purple scales, and blue blue eyes.
"I'd like this one to be reddish purple. I have the exact shades I'm thinking of in my pencils upstairs. I'll get them for you before you go."
"This is going to be amazing, Nyra."
She walked to the dragon that would be on what they'd determined was Abigail's space and stared at it, getting the image of it in her mind. She closed her eyes and let the creature form in her imagination. It was a magnificent beast with shining reddish purple scales, and blue blue eyes.
"I'd like this one to be reddish purple. I have the exact shades I'm thinking of in my pencils upstairs. I'll get them for you before you go."
Rachyl
17 years ago
Watching Nyra create had Rachyl's heart beating a bit faster. Such true talent between her lover and the woman leaning, standing, now laying on the floor, she realized just how much it turned her on to watch Meegan create.
Not that she'd readily admit to Nyra's display having a similar, if muted effect. She would admit, though, that she recognized the vague outlines of the dragons as those described by Anne McCaffrey.
In a rather inconspicuous stage whisper, Rachyl stood on her tippy-toes to comment to Connie, "I don't know about you, hon, but when I watch my woman create, it gets me all mushy, if you know what I mean."
Deciding to suddenly announce her intentions to escape, she exclaimed, "I have to pee. Who's taking the piddle bets?"
Returning to Meegan's side, she stretched to her tippy-toes again, gave an exaggerated "MWAH!" of a kiss to Meegan's cheek, then virtually skipped out of the room, across the hall to the bathroom. Yelling behind her, she called, "Tell her the plans for the bathroom."
Not that she'd readily admit to Nyra's display having a similar, if muted effect. She would admit, though, that she recognized the vague outlines of the dragons as those described by Anne McCaffrey.
In a rather inconspicuous stage whisper, Rachyl stood on her tippy-toes to comment to Connie, "I don't know about you, hon, but when I watch my woman create, it gets me all mushy, if you know what I mean."
Deciding to suddenly announce her intentions to escape, she exclaimed, "I have to pee. Who's taking the piddle bets?"
Returning to Meegan's side, she stretched to her tippy-toes again, gave an exaggerated "MWAH!" of a kiss to Meegan's cheek, then virtually skipped out of the room, across the hall to the bathroom. Yelling behind her, she called, "Tell her the plans for the bathroom."
Nyra
17 years ago
From her position on the floor she nodded at Meegan's color description. Picking up the tablet from where she had plopped it earlier she readied a new page to note the information from said pencil. In the process she noted what colors she would like or like to create for the flying friends around them.
"I am glad you like it. We can tone down the claws or spikes a bit if you want. This is just what first popped into my head."
'Burple' by the door was the most detailed, the others just gave a rough outline of what the position would or could be. In her mind's eye they were just hatching from little multicolored eggs, when she finally put brush to wall they would grow and fill out more fully. Putting the tablet down she once more looked up at the ceiling. A giggle and a head shake escaped at Rachyl's silliness. In that brief moment though her perception of the ceiling changed.
With a sharp intake of breath she could picture the flying dragons, small as they would be way up high, swooping and diving through fat white clouds. Over the castle and cribs they would be wispy and sunny but in the corner one would be dark, casting rain down upon the closet door. From that a rainbow would cast itself out, faintly, across the sky to highlight the door. Her hands were sketching in the air as she lay on her back across the floor while she wished she brought a large canvas or pad of paper to capture the sharp picture in her head.
"Ceiling now. Bathroom later. Meegan, I hate to say it but I need paper, and will probably need scaffolding to make this ceiling the way my mind sees it right now."
She could see prisms hung as a curtain to cast rainbows throughout the room. Though that may not be as kid friendly as needed. Perhaps a fall of them from the light slash fan that was to be installed. Still their natural glow and color would add just the right touch to the ceiling she saw.
"I am glad you like it. We can tone down the claws or spikes a bit if you want. This is just what first popped into my head."
'Burple' by the door was the most detailed, the others just gave a rough outline of what the position would or could be. In her mind's eye they were just hatching from little multicolored eggs, when she finally put brush to wall they would grow and fill out more fully. Putting the tablet down she once more looked up at the ceiling. A giggle and a head shake escaped at Rachyl's silliness. In that brief moment though her perception of the ceiling changed.
With a sharp intake of breath she could picture the flying dragons, small as they would be way up high, swooping and diving through fat white clouds. Over the castle and cribs they would be wispy and sunny but in the corner one would be dark, casting rain down upon the closet door. From that a rainbow would cast itself out, faintly, across the sky to highlight the door. Her hands were sketching in the air as she lay on her back across the floor while she wished she brought a large canvas or pad of paper to capture the sharp picture in her head.
"Ceiling now. Bathroom later. Meegan, I hate to say it but I need paper, and will probably need scaffolding to make this ceiling the way my mind sees it right now."
She could see prisms hung as a curtain to cast rainbows throughout the room. Though that may not be as kid friendly as needed. Perhaps a fall of them from the light slash fan that was to be installed. Still their natural glow and color would add just the right touch to the ceiling she saw.
Meegan
17 years ago
"The bathroom has been a big debate here. I've got some large sketch paper in the bedroom, I'll go grab it."
Laughing she jogged across the room and picked up the large pad, and some fresh pencils from her container next to her favorite chair and jogged them back to the nursery.
"I'm not sure how you're going to draw there on the floor."
Giggling she laid the supplied on the floor next to the blond artist.
Laughing she jogged across the room and picked up the large pad, and some fresh pencils from her container next to her favorite chair and jogged them back to the nursery.
"I'm not sure how you're going to draw there on the floor."
Giggling she laid the supplied on the floor next to the blond artist.
Connie
17 years ago
Connie leaned against the inner edge of the door jamb. Knowing her shoulder was brushing against the lines Nyra had drawn, she tried not to rub too much as she slowly rocked against the wood. As the room got quiet, with Nyra sketching on the torso-sized paper and Meegan pointing out things, handing pencils, she focused inward and pondered Rachyl's somewhat incendiary comment.
And discovered the oft-insightful redhead was indubitably correct.
She tried deep breathing, watching as the awesome beauty she loved "played" artist with the wonderful woman her friend loved. She diligently multiplied through the tables. Barely reaching nine times seven - just shy of one of her favorite numbers - when she felt the brush of Rachyl against her side.
Smiling down at the tousled red now leaning on her arm, she draped her arm about the redhead's shoulders and whispered, "I think we've lost them to art. Wanna leave them to play?"
And discovered the oft-insightful redhead was indubitably correct.
She tried deep breathing, watching as the awesome beauty she loved "played" artist with the wonderful woman her friend loved. She diligently multiplied through the tables. Barely reaching nine times seven - just shy of one of her favorite numbers - when she felt the brush of Rachyl against her side.
Smiling down at the tousled red now leaning on her arm, she draped her arm about the redhead's shoulders and whispered, "I think we've lost them to art. Wanna leave them to play?"
Nyra
17 years ago
Her mind was pretty much wrapped up totally in the pictures she could see so when Meegan deposited paper and pencils she jumped slightly, grinning sheepishly. Sitting upright she took up her pencil and began to put what only she saw visible for the room to see.
"I just have to get the basics down. Hopefully the concept wont fly away on me before I get a chance to start on it."
With fast movements the basics appeared on the large page; a spot for the ceiling fan, small notation of the doors and window. Soon the small bodies of dragons took shape, triangle heads met long necks connecting to oblong bodies with delicate wings and a tapered tail. They swooped and played about the page with some chasing each others tails while others simply danced upon the air.
"I see prisms either as a dangling mobile from the ceiling fan or as a curtain in the window. Are either of those viable?"
"I just have to get the basics down. Hopefully the concept wont fly away on me before I get a chance to start on it."
With fast movements the basics appeared on the large page; a spot for the ceiling fan, small notation of the doors and window. Soon the small bodies of dragons took shape, triangle heads met long necks connecting to oblong bodies with delicate wings and a tapered tail. They swooped and played about the page with some chasing each others tails while others simply danced upon the air.
"I see prisms either as a dangling mobile from the ceiling fan or as a curtain in the window. Are either of those viable?"
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan watched Nyra draw and was once more fascinated. She found the dragons coming to life with in her mind and it played a smile across her lips. Nyra's voice brought her out of the reverie with a small chuckle.
"Hmm, the curtain could be a choking hazard, and we'd want to be able to use the fan...So maybe from the ceiling itself?"
She looked back up at the ceiling and could see the sheer beauty the prisms would add to the room. It would be amazing, absolutely amazing.
"Hmm, the curtain could be a choking hazard, and we'd want to be able to use the fan...So maybe from the ceiling itself?"
She looked back up at the ceiling and could see the sheer beauty the prisms would add to the room. It would be amazing, absolutely amazing.
Nyra
17 years ago
"From the ceiling? Oh thats perfect. We could use small nails and fishing line to make them appear to be hanging invisibly."
With the side of the pencil she filled in what would be clouds, the darker ones over the closet looming ominously. Unfortunately one did not get a rainbow without rain so she felt it needed to be put somewhere. Perhaps she could paint the inside of the closet slightly to make it a mountain with gems and hidden things inside. Giggling to herself at the thought she finished up the page with careful smudging of the graphite.
Pushing it to one side and dusting off her hands she looked at her host with a grin.
"Now whats this I hear about the bathroom?"
With the side of the pencil she filled in what would be clouds, the darker ones over the closet looming ominously. Unfortunately one did not get a rainbow without rain so she felt it needed to be put somewhere. Perhaps she could paint the inside of the closet slightly to make it a mountain with gems and hidden things inside. Giggling to herself at the thought she finished up the page with careful smudging of the graphite.
Pushing it to one side and dusting off her hands she looked at her host with a grin.
"Now whats this I hear about the bathroom?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl nudged Connie into the little "nook" of the master bedroom, to show various pre-purchased toys, blanket sets and a small pile of diapers, bottles, and assorted supplies she and Meegan had stuffed into the corner.
Plopping into her chair across from the wall-mounted HDTV, she reclined with a sigh. Framing her belly with her arms, she rested her head against her shoulder, eyes closed. "I'd show you the cribs and strollers we picked out - we found this really nice convertible, twin stroller online - but they haven't been delivered yet and I left the four inch binder I've been keeping with all my records, at the office. So I could show you why we chose it, I mean."
Grunting suddenly as Baby A decided to jam a knee into her spleen, Rachyl sat up and rotated in her seat, one leg folded under the other. Looking across the hall into the babies' room, she saw the backside of her lover as she probably continued to watch Nyra's artistry. Seeing an odd look on Connie's face as the raven-headed vampire turned away from her, likely following her gaze, Rachyl promised, "We'll make sure we feed her, of course. Wouldn't do to have Auntie Nyra pass out when painting her nieces' room, right? And we've got the bed in the third room ready, if she needs it, though for some strange reason I have this mental picture of walking in there one morning and finding her curled up amongst pails of paint with a brush dried into her hair."
Plopping into her chair across from the wall-mounted HDTV, she reclined with a sigh. Framing her belly with her arms, she rested her head against her shoulder, eyes closed. "I'd show you the cribs and strollers we picked out - we found this really nice convertible, twin stroller online - but they haven't been delivered yet and I left the four inch binder I've been keeping with all my records, at the office. So I could show you why we chose it, I mean."
Grunting suddenly as Baby A decided to jam a knee into her spleen, Rachyl sat up and rotated in her seat, one leg folded under the other. Looking across the hall into the babies' room, she saw the backside of her lover as she probably continued to watch Nyra's artistry. Seeing an odd look on Connie's face as the raven-headed vampire turned away from her, likely following her gaze, Rachyl promised, "We'll make sure we feed her, of course. Wouldn't do to have Auntie Nyra pass out when painting her nieces' room, right? And we've got the bed in the third room ready, if she needs it, though for some strange reason I have this mental picture of walking in there one morning and finding her curled up amongst pails of paint with a brush dried into her hair."