Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-04 02:20:00 |
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It'd certainly been an interesting weekend thus far, wishes apparently and sort of literally coming true, as Annie had put it – and now Nina and George had decided it best to clear out, not at all grudgingly as there was no doubt that giving Annie and Mitchell a little space was ..exactly what they needed at this moment. Perhaps it wasn't only about what Annie and Mitchell needed either – as it turned out the weather offered an absolutely stunning day. Nina couldn't help but be a little taken aback that George was so well prepared for a picnic when it seemed a spur of the moment suggestion, but she agreed happily, it meant they were out of the apartment and it took advantage of the magnificent summery weather. So it was that they'd trekked out to the meadow together, through the tree filled forest -- Eve seeming to enjoy taking it all in as they went, her wide eyes still as blue as they day she'd been born. She was noticing things a lot more now the older she got; on this occasion in particular it was butterflies, flowers, the movement of shadows or light breaking through the trees, plenty to delight her. The meadow as they reached it was clearly flourishing as always, a sea of green, dotted with brightly coloured wildflowers. Finding a spot a blanket was thrown out on the soft grass and they sat, with a basket nearby. There was food too, as per the Island supplies dictated anyway – George's area of expertise. Quiet settled, Eve was sitting up, not an entirely new trick she had sort of managed to wrangle it herself, though awkwardly and apparently half by accident, Nina speculated with fondness. Eve had a sort of surprised, smug sort of baby look about her when she seemingly found herself propped up by her own efforts, albeit a clumsy experience still. “I imagine she'll be crawling soon, don't you think?” Nina couldn't help musing idly, with a light smile back toward George, before she leaned over and stroked at Eve's golden downy-hair, there was rather a lot more of it than she would have expected for a nearing on six month old baby, but she'd had plenty of hair since day one, really. Even then, their daughter had come out a lot less hairy than they'd initially worried. “And then nothing will be safe, will it, hmm?” Nina asked, with a playful prod at her daughter's tummy, encouraging a small giggle. Eve had as most babies did at this age, a perchance for exploring anything that she could get her chubby little fingers on and put in her mouth; hair, jewellery, bits of clothing. Right now, the fact she wasn't mobile meant it was a lot easier to keep things out of reach. |