Cleo Dower (cleowhosees) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-09-24 18:17:00 |
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Who: Cleo and Quinn
Where: Their place
What: Worry
When: Backdated to yesterday evening
Rating: TBD
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
Thoughts of the island's capabilities (and some of its inhabitants) stalked Cleo's mind. It was the night before their baby daughters big reveal. The outfit Cleo had picked had been among their things, chosen before her birth for this very welcoming ceremony, though it would have been performed with the coven and on a very different beach.
Tomorrow was so important. Learning more about her grandmothers culture in the months following their initial return from the island had helped her embrace and understand so much more about who she was, and what she and Quinn needed to teach their children. She was so worried that in trying to be inclusive and opening it to the island as a whole she would see things misunderstood, disrespected or ultimately ruined, and though she was trying hard to hide her fears, she knew her doting husband would see straight through her.