Fable Morrison (always_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-11 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-29, fable, kristen |
'Cause you know we're all young at heart
Who: Fable Morrison and Kristen Peloe
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Little Miracles
What: Isn't this supposed to be playtime?
Fable looked out over the small group of kids gathered in the main playroom of the daycare. Sure, working here some days could be considered hard, and she certainly wanted sleep at the end of the day, but at least it kept her hands busy and her mind from wandering. With Ainsley finally asleep for her afternoon nap, Fable had some free time away from the babies. There was a small monitor clipped to the right pocket of her jeans, just in case someone woke up before the usual time. Because once one baby woke up, it would be inevitable before all of them woke up.
Sometimes raising plants in her garden was far, far easier than the thought of raising a baby. Not to mention a werewolf one, at that. But between Mary Anne, her mother-in-law and fellow wolf, and Maria and Zena, the were lionnesses, it would be okay. Fable knew that it would. She'd figure it out, and all would be well.
There was a smaller girl off to the side, seeming to ignore the other kids. Fable didn't quite recognize the face, but then again, she'd only been working here for maybe a month, and she normally dealt with the younger kids, with Ainsley being so little. It was entirely possible that she just didn't know the girl quite yet.
So Fable made her way over to the girl, picking up a few scattered toys on the way and depositing them in the nearby toy box. Catching the girl's eye, she gave her a smile. "What are you up to over here?"