Linnea Selanne-Niemi (everflowing) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-17 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-08-10, dagmar, linnea, satu |
See a home in a quiet place
Who: The Niemi's (sans Leif, sorry guy), a few Selanne NPCs
Where: Kemi, Finland
When: ...daytime
Note: They're all speaking in Finnish here.
Linnea's body was not sure whether it wanted her to sleep more or if it would have been better if she got up and got used to being in this different timezone. This different country. "Mmmm," she murmured as she stretched out, one hand going over her stomach out of a reflex she was not quite used to having again yet. There was no bump, no visible proof that there was a new change going on, but she knew and it had not just been the call from the doctor that confirmed it for it. But it was a first for her - being pregnant while she was home. Oh, not that place in Scarlet Oak that she had turned into hers, but this much smaller and less luxurious house that she had not seen the inside of since she was a sixteen-year-old girl in her wedding dress, terrified that she was never coming back. And there, she had now. She was even still sleeping in her same bedroom despite her parents being the larger. Dagmar and Kajsa were there. She figured that it would be better for the ones who had to share a bed to have the largest and, besides, she did not want to give anyone else her old room. For all intents and purposes it was still hers. Everything was just the same as she remembered it - except for the expensive luggage in the corner and the snake curled up underneath a heat lamp on the windowsill. The posters on the wall were a little more faded than they had been, the corners of one peeling away from the tape she had used to stick them on the wall. Even the bedspread had been the same and smelled the same. Well, there was an added layer of dust she had needed to shake out and a scent of mustiness that she had not quite been able to get rid of yet but if that little store up the street was still open she could fix that. That was where she had always gotten her perfume. Her dad had not known that she had had her own perfume since she was twelve, her mom had said it was their little secret. "I do miss you, mom," Linnea declared as she sat up and swung her feet out of the bed. Ah, she had gotten taller, the floor was a lot closer than it had been the last time she did.
'I know that humans are supposed to sleep in on their vacations,' Strike informed Linnea as he stretched out his own small coils. 'But you have been asleep until well past noon. The sun's already gone over the house and the littlest one has been out and back all wet already. I think she fell into a stream.' To that Linnea just smiled and shook her head. "There's not a stream near the house, the closest water is the fountain. Satu was probably in that." She had always been drawn to it when she was little so it made sense that Satu would have been. Though it was hard for her to remember that Satu was not too much younger than she had been when she had been taken away. Valterri was the same age. 'Do they know that you didn't want to leave?' Strike was fuzzy on a lot of details from Linnea's past, knowing that she did not really like to think or talk about it.
"No," Linnea replied easily as she got dressed. Loose clothes... she had to get used to those again. They were the opposite of flattering but in a few months flattering was going to be impossible. The sooner she started the easier it would be. 'Oh, so you'll look like you ate the deer again? I still say it'd be easier if you laid eggs.' "I never disagreed on that," Linnea pointed out as she slipped into a pair of flats and stepped out into the hallway. Once she had done that and Dane had nearly ran her right over. He had been grounded for a week because she had fallen, scraped her leg and cried to their dad about it. Good times when everything was able to be fixed by a grounding. 'Maybe if you grounded your children they wouldn't turn out like Leif.' "See, coming here is a way of escaping those things. Do you see that problem? No. I see a newspaper to read." And it was in Finnish. Amazing how something as simple as a newspaper in her native tongue was able to cheer her up more than the sight of coffee in the old pot on the counter and the balding man who had made it. "And how long have you been here, Dane?"
"A few hours," her brother replied as he turned with a smile, two cups of coffee in hand. Just the scent told Linnea that he had made it right. "I told Satu where the fountain was and decided to wait around until you, Dagmar and Valterri rolled out of bed. Figures that the littlest one would recover fastest."
"That's what the young ones do." Accepting the coffee Linnea sipped at the cup as she settled down, Strike slithering off her arm to curl up on the table. "Recover better than us from everything. Your little ones should come over and say hi. They need to get to know their cousins and practice their Finnish. They hardly ever speak it in Scarlet Oak."