Thread: The Mare and The Wolves [Wuffie\Talin]

They waited patiently for her arrival, and when she finally entered the parlor, closing the door behind her, they warmth within the room increased palpably. There was a hush over the 'gents, eyes followed her across the room with vigor, until she seated herself, all eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest while she breathed, to her hands as they smoothed over her skirts, following down to the dainty feet which were soon hidden beneath the ruffle of her skirts. Finally they moved up to her face, where they watched a sweet smile come over her face, lighting up her expression. Welcome. Sampson was the first to speak up surprisingly, his boyish features split into a wide smile, revealing a pleasant set of teeth and adding some color to his features. He was certainly the most feminine of they boys, but not in the sense of being weak. Nay, it was more about the delicacy of his mannerisms, the symmetrical nature of his features, and the attentiveness of his surroundings that made him appear more deliberate in his actions. They all listened attentively to her instructions, and when she finished, they each remained silent, as if mulling over exactly how they could arrange it to be most advantageous to themselves. Finally after a minute or so, Adam rose to his feet, opening up the door and dissipating out into the house, only to return moments later with a pencil and a notebook. Sitting himself on the floor then, he pushed a few of the trinkets on the table to the side, so as to make room for himself to write. Sampson followed suit, sitting next to him and peering over his arm, to get a better vantage of what Adam was scrawling down the lines of the paper. Joseph trotted over as well, but stood, looking down over the bridge of his nose to the paper, taking out his pipe and stuffing it with some cinnamon tobacco. He pulled out a match, striking it against the scruff on his chin, it ignited instantly, and he applied it to the tuft of tobacco within the bowl, giving it s few puffs before crossing hims arms over his chest, letting it hang unattended in the corner of his mouth. Finally Adam finished what he was writing, looking over to Lily with a bright smile. So, I think Ive figured it out. Today is Saturday, so no one will be working much tomorrow, giving each of us ample time. I considered going in order of age, and then alternating for the rest of the days of the week. He paused, smoothing a broad hand over the paper, then running it through his plush locks before continuing. Meaning that, tomorrow, after chores, Joseph will be the first to go, then myself, then Sampson in the evening. With of course a break somewhere in between for dinner. He added, glancing over to Lily again, his eyes were such a strange shade of blue grey, and wide, they seemed to take over in place of his other facial features, a strong chin and aquiline nose ignored in turn for the enthralling nature of his eyes. You would of course have your choice on when to end each of these... rondevous. We wouldn't force you through the whole time if you wished to have some alone time. It is completely your prerogative. He added, Continuing to scribble in names in order for each day of the week. So basically, if tomorrow is Joseph - Myself - Sampson, Then Monday would be Myself, then Sampson, then Joseph, and so on and so forth throughout the week, so no one would get preferential treatment. He finished the list, handing it to Lily as he leaned across the table, so she could take it in her hand before returning to sitting on the plush carpet. Seems fair enough. Sampson commented, his eyes turning up to his oldest brother, who stood there, arms crossed, continuing to puff on his pipe. Indeed. He merely added, walking past the lot and taking a seat in another large arm chair, it creaked under the bulk of his weight, leaning back like a great bear as bright green eyes purveyed the surroundings. So what is the plan for tonight then? Exchange a little personal information? You already know all about us- He was interrupted by the parlor door being opened, one of the much younger siblings running in, her eyes, same as that of her brothers, a bright, almost florescent green, were flooded completely with tears, her small hands clutching to pieces of wood. She sobbed as she wrapped her arms around the bottom of Joseph's leg. He scrutinized her for a moment, before using one arm to scoop her up onto his lap. What now? He said gruffly, the little girls messy red hair falling into her face, he pushed it back roughly but calmly from her face, her small hands held up the two pieces of wood, looking like the head and body of a lovingly crafted wooden bunny. He frowned at her, she continued to sob, but took the small pieces in his hand, examining them for a moment before looking down at the small girl again. Go get my knife and plaster. He said simply, the little girl wiped her nose on her sleeve, smiling and nodding quickly before crawling down off his lap, disappearing out of the room. Joseph looked up from the broken pieces in his hand, falling again on Lily. Looks like I might be occupied for an hour or so. Im sure Sampson can entertain you, He plays the fiddle. Joseph smirked through his pipe, looking down to his brother. Hey! I play guitar! and Banjo! Adam interjected before the words hand even finished leaving Josephs lips. Or would you prefer to be off to bed? I'm sure your travel was exhausting.