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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 23, 2010 19:42:06 GMT -5
Maya I smiled as my daughters giggled when he did that funny little trick. "You know, there are not many people who do that back home. The girls have never really seen any sort fo magic tricks at all."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 28, 2010 1:13:58 GMT -5
He chuckled and shrugged his broad shoulders lightly. "I liked it as a kid," he said, leaving it at that and sighed at the closed cafe door once more. He studied the girls before breaking into a grin, ruffling the blonde hair of the closet one. "Do you guys like pancakes?" he asked them with a fond smile before lifting his eyes to meet Maya's. "If you want, we can head to my place...then I can take you to the base," he offered, guessing they might be want food or a shower.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 28, 2010 2:35:09 GMT -5
Maya Lewis I smiled as he asked the kids that. "Likely the best idea for them all. Those bases are no place for children and I dont want to leave them out here alone. Someone might take them." I loved my girls and I could tell that they liked him already. They were good at trusting new people, generally they liked anyone I did.
"I think they'll like getting out of the woods, i used to make them pancakes a lot but then well, you know what happened." I sighed, thining about my own past as an Australian. So much hardship.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 28, 2010 22:14:58 GMT -5
He nodded and pulled the smallest of the girls, unable to remember her name for she looked so much like her sisters, and sat her on his shoulders. "Let's get going," he chuckled, tilting his had slightly to meet the young girls eyes. "Comfy?" he asked her with boyish grin and turning to look at Maya. "You have beautiful daughters," he said quietly and skipped down the hill with the child upon his shoulders.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 28, 2010 22:32:53 GMT -5
Maya "They are my only family now. You dont know how much they mean to me at the moment." I smiled though as I spoke, hugging one of the girls to me. "I dont know what i would do if something happened to any of them."
I sighed though as i thought about the things that I was going to do to my own people, but I did not care. I knew how the Italian's felt about all these Aussies, but I was not going to let them get away with anything at all.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 29, 2010 2:18:43 GMT -5
Ceylon nodded, understanding it fully well what she said and skipped down the street like a little girl. The child on his back, giggling with delight as he came to a pause and span to smiled back at her. "Well, come on," he giggled like a little girl, seeming to have more fun than Lana on his shoulders.
His parent's house wasn't far away, merely a few doors down as he came to a halt and sighed slightly. They were home. He waited for Maya and the other two girls to catch up, placing Lana gently on the pavement. "As I said....I still live with my parents as I am not home much..." he said quietly and somewhat awkardly "just ignore them..."
It wasn't that he didn't like his mother and father. He loved them both dearly, but they worried about him being alone so much. Going off to fight, returning to no one. No doubt they would harress Maya about how they met, and if they were dating. He shook his head at the thought, most likely scare the girl away. But, the girls needed a roof over there heads, and here it was.
It was a small, yet spacious cottage like home. His father and mother alike took pride in their gardens, so the whole thing it self was framed with roses and hedges of every kind. A gate opened to show a path, surronded by more of the short perfect hedges. The path itself led to the cream oldfashioned door.
Ceylon unlocked the gate, pushing it open and ushering them before him.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 29, 2010 2:23:05 GMT -5
Maya I follwed with my other girls. "What am i gong to do with my horse?" I asked, as the huge Welsh Cob followed me calmly. I stopped though at the gate surprised by what i saw. "Wow." Some of it reminded me of the house I had used to be able to afford before all the trouble started because of who I was. "It's familiar to me in a way. Very similiar to the house we were livin in before people figured out who I was."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 29, 2010 3:04:29 GMT -5
He looked at her oddly, having never seen a house like this one before, and remembered the horse at her shoulder. "Oh she can go out the back with Fitz," he shrugged and gestured around the back. He took them off the path before the door, it branched off around the back.
There was yet more garden, but this time it lead to a deck. The deck over looked the 5 arces behind the home. Beside the white fenced paddocks, stood a small stable block. It held a small tack room and only 3 stalls. But it was enough for the old gelding. "Hey Fitz," he called, giving his black and white mane an itch. He nickered in greeting, rubbing his head fonding against his onwer. "Meet Giz, my 13 year old gypsy vanner," he chuckled, looking over his shoulder as if remembering the little filly at the fence as she called to him. "Oh, thats just Molly, my little girl," he chuckled, reaching over to pat her little white nose but she span and ran away. "Training her still," he said quietly and watched the yearlings graceful strides.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 29, 2010 3:07:40 GMT -5
Maya I smiled as my mare followed me. She stood perfectly still, watching the big gelding, so much more bigger than her, then she nudged me gently. "Gentle," I laughed, shoving at her gently. She nibbled at my hair in responce.
"She's better off out in the paddock, Welsh horses were born wild so its more natural for her."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 29, 2010 3:42:21 GMT -5
Ceylon nodded with a grin. "Been looking for a friend for Miss Molly," he said as the yearling came to a pause at her name, her ears pricked to watch them with intrest. He unlocked the gate, opening it for the smaller mare.
He lifted his head at the sound of an opening door and sighed, seeing his bustling mother grinning at him. "Ceylon," she called with a waving and looked at the girls with a grin. "Mum..this is Maya and her daughters, Lily, Lana and Jenny," he said. "Maya, this is Idalia.." he started but was cut off. "Oh dear, call me mum or grandma," she said with delight, crouching down to speak to the girls. Ceylon gave Maya a look, saying 'i told you so.'
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 29, 2010 3:50:59 GMT -5
Maya I smiled at her. "Ciao. It's nice to meet you, Idalia." I could not help but be formal, my training previously had rubbed off on me there. My girls huddled in front of me, a little frightened. "Go on girls, you can trust her," I told them.
They looked up at me but then the oldest, Jenny, looked over at Ceylon's mom and said, "Ciao."
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 29, 2010 4:07:39 GMT -5
"Ciao bambino," said Idalia smiling kindly at the girls. "You are all very beautiful," she commmented, lifting an eyebrow at her son. He shook his head slightly and gave a sigh, so she didn't start the 100 of questions that were ready to fly from her maw.
"Come, come," she bustled them "I just made breakfast! I made enough to feed an army," she chuckled at her own joke. "And baths? Showers? Clothes?" she asked, noting that the clothes were dirty and ripped slightly.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 29, 2010 4:22:13 GMT -5
Maya "Thanks, that would be appreciated, we've had the hard of it for a few months." I smiled though, knowing that we'd be safe here, even though there was my reputaition to remember to keep in check. She'd better not start bossing me around, it would not work, all it would cause would be an arguement. That was the only outcome when it cae to me. Like Ceylon, I knew how armies worked and I actuall laughed at the joke, though i saw the other meaning of it. it was one that i had head a lot in my native Italy.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 29, 2010 4:26:16 GMT -5
Idalia smiled warmly under her greying hair, brushing it behind her arm and looped her arm though Maya's. "Tell me about yourself deary," she said and Ceylon mouthed 'sorry as they went past.
Ceylon sighed, rubbing his forehead and watched his mother with something between annoyance and amusement. He locked the gate, watching the mare and his yearling play, before turning and heading back inside.
He stamped his feet outside, the mud dropping outside before heading inside and nodding to his father. His mother,as always, was busy feeding everyone until they burst.
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 29, 2010 4:29:42 GMT -5
Maya "Some of the thigns I would rather keep to myself, if thats alright. My past is not one i want others to know about. Not till I know peiople well enough anyways."
I smiled and help my kids to sit on the big chairs. They could not get up by themselves. "I've only been here for four years. Thigns have not been easy, there is a name that people give me here and they use it against me."
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