A bit unusual {Ariel, Dante & Cypress}
Dec 22, 2011 5:10:50 GMT -5
Post by seryna on Dec 22, 2011 5:10:50 GMT -5
The front door slams open. Cypress lowers the heavy bag of soiled clothing that she was preparing to wash; turning to see her younger brother, Cedar, chasing thier younger sister, Elm, around the well worn kitchen table. She opens her mouth to protest as the young girl's foot narrowly misses catching on a chair leg of an askew chair.
"Cedar," Cypress chastises; a note of sternness in her voice. She sets the washing atop of the table as she nears her siblings, straightening the askew chair as she moved.
"- can't you do this outside?" Mother will be home any minute. We don't want the house to be a mess."
The younger girl chimed in agreeably and Cypress smiled down at the younger girl. She noted with concern how short her sister's dress was becoming. It was time to see if there was another dress about that had been overlooked.
"Come with me," She suggests to her siblings, hoisting up the laundry and settling the cumbersome package against her hip. She leads the Woodward children outside; glancing about the street.
Some of the other workers are already drifting along the street. The brunette teenager looks for her parents but doesn't see them among the dispersing group. Cypress tucks an errant black strand of hair behind her ear; adjusting her ponytail a moment.
With a joyous whoop; the children dash off behind her. She half turns to watch their progress; her eye catching on someone walking.
Someone with deep blue eyes, mixed with just a small hint of metallic grey. A bit unusual, Cypress thought.
"Cedar," Cypress chastises; a note of sternness in her voice. She sets the washing atop of the table as she nears her siblings, straightening the askew chair as she moved.
"- can't you do this outside?" Mother will be home any minute. We don't want the house to be a mess."
The younger girl chimed in agreeably and Cypress smiled down at the younger girl. She noted with concern how short her sister's dress was becoming. It was time to see if there was another dress about that had been overlooked.
"Come with me," She suggests to her siblings, hoisting up the laundry and settling the cumbersome package against her hip. She leads the Woodward children outside; glancing about the street.
Some of the other workers are already drifting along the street. The brunette teenager looks for her parents but doesn't see them among the dispersing group. Cypress tucks an errant black strand of hair behind her ear; adjusting her ponytail a moment.
With a joyous whoop; the children dash off behind her. She half turns to watch their progress; her eye catching on someone walking.
Someone with deep blue eyes, mixed with just a small hint of metallic grey. A bit unusual, Cypress thought.
