mothering instincts Who: Lila and Madeleine When: Morning Where: Madeleine's home
Lila hated humidity. There should be a petition circling that would make mother nature rethink these god awful days where the air was thick with invisible beads of water that made her break out in sweat the moment she dared to step outside. She'd wanted to lounge in the chair she'd claimed, drink her tea and pretend to read a book that she actually hadn't made it past the fifth page in despite having had it a week. There wasn't anything wrong with it, it was one of those American Harlequin romances that she loved to read for the trashy value, but it was so hard to get absorbed when the sun was being so beautiful and calling to her. Secretly she believed that fire elementals must've come from the sun since that was a natural form of flame and there weren't any of those on earth since even volcanoes were just very hot rock that occasionally made things catch fire when they ran into them. Lila wasn't a complete idiot -- she'd paid attention to classes when they interested her. The word 'fire' usually needed to be included, yes, but could that possibly be a problem? Other things obviously weren't worth her attention. She didn't quite understand how the water cycle worked because, despite needing to continue living, she didn't care. It was water. It'd be like a water elemental who danced around bonfires and set their clothing on fire. A disgrace.
'I'm bored. I want to go outside.'
Lila looked up from where she'd curled up on the couch, pretending to watch the telly, and arched a brow at her familiar. "Then go outside."
'I can't get the door open.' Martie hopped on the back of the couch, trying his best to look pathetic. Lila had to admit he did it well.
"Yes you can. It's not locked. If Althea can get in and out then so can you."
'I think Madeleine lets her out.'
"Then get Madeleine to let you out." Lila's voice had taken on a definite edge and the hand that wasn't draped over the couch had suddenly caught fire. She was having a silent rant and she didn't want it interrupted just because her familiar was bored. She hadn't asked or gone looking for him so when he was bored it wasn't her problem.
'I think she's sick.'
Cursing loudly, Lila shut the telly off and stood, a trail of smoke following her as she went to open the door with a bang. Martie'd hardly made it out all the way before she slammed it again and turned for the steps. That this was Madeleine's house and that Martie was her problem, not her daughter's, wasn't important. She hadn't seen the other elemental all morning and really now, there were limits to laziness. Being pregnant didn't mean that Madeleine could laze about. She needed to eat, drink, do little exercises and other such things that'd be good for the baby. It was quite enough that she might give Lila a were-snake for her first grandchild without adding on that there might be something else wrong with her. "Madeleine," Lila called, 'forgetting' to knock on the bedroom door and just pushing inside instead. "Are you still sulking about in here? I'm sure that snake of yours wouldn't approve." A snake she hadn't seen for several days; and Lila would remember since she enjoyed studying him. That was a little odd. "Where is said snake? I miss ogling him."