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Our family had grown quickly since the last time the sky and ground had turned white. Myself and my mate now have a little one; A daughter. 33 she is. A little precious gem. 3 utterly adores her, as do I. She really is something too, always surprising us with each little discovery and find, or each new word.
‘Maaaah! ‘Oooook! ’ She would call, waving her little hands about excitedly when she managed to crawl into my workshop and get into my scrap materials. She has my well… ‘talent’ 3 calls it. (I would rather name it a curse.) Her small fingers curling about each bit of silvery material would change their shape, leaving tiny indents from where she touched it.
I hope too, that she would have something from 3. She has shown an interest for books, which I must say has prided 3 greatly. He reads to us both each night, for her to listen and for me to learn how to read.
Never the less, when my daughter is happy; I am happy. She’s my joy, my little ball of happiness. My mate feels like another part of myself, there when he is not off with his sister cataloguing new things or reading books.
It seems the same with 17 and 6, with their little one too. Even 6 could be seen with a small smile when little 102 is fumbling about. 3 and myself have even heard him talking to her as he would to one of us, explaining in his own way about the pictures he would draw.
‘D-daughter grow u-up… B-b-bring happiness.’ He would tell her eagerly over and over, one hand clutching his key or a new drawing, the other gingerly tousling her hair. She would return him a babble of words which would bring out a shaky smile from her father, leading him to allow her to draw with him, or to explain more pictures to her. 17 on the other hand loved to play with her, at times allowing her to see her spear once the blade was removed. She’s told me a few times (and I have seen it myself) of how 102 would attempt to lift the spear with her small hands. A rather adorable sight of it as well…Until 102 grows frustrated and disappears to play somewhere else.
3 is never happy with ink around his books. Especially the one time where little 102 fell into 6’s pot of ink and went tottering about dragging a large piece splattered ink paper behind her… dripping ink herself where ever she went, calling for 17… 33 seemed rather amused by it at the time, shrieking with laughter as 102 toddled past, black and wet with ink.
But now it is that time again where the chill settles in and outside is blanketed in snow. That time where we continue the human tradition of Christmas, spending the day together next to a tree which both 17 and 6 had drawn and coloured. With our own little way we exchange gifts in the means of helping one another; 3 teaching me to read, or 17 teaching us how to defend ourselves if a time were to come when a beast attacked. Yet this time around there was also the little ones. 33 was wrapped in strips of fabric, 102 in a small red hat which 5 found and gave to her.
It seems they have already exchanged the hand of friendship; with the both of them babbling, giggling and playing.
It brings a smile to my face as my hope of my daughter having a better beginning that what I had seems to be truer than what I first believed. This tradition thing which 3 and 4 had introduced seemed to be for the good of us all.
Second 'chapter' for my entry for Cinda7's contest.
Chapter One
Chapter Three
...first time I've done this much traditional art that turned out looking good... Minus the fact that I shaded it too dark. =_=
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13, 33 (c) Me
17, 102 (c)
3, 4, 6 and all 9 characters (c) Shane Acker.
‘Maaaah! ‘Oooook! ’ She would call, waving her little hands about excitedly when she managed to crawl into my workshop and get into my scrap materials. She has my well… ‘talent’ 3 calls it. (I would rather name it a curse.) Her small fingers curling about each bit of silvery material would change their shape, leaving tiny indents from where she touched it.
I hope too, that she would have something from 3. She has shown an interest for books, which I must say has prided 3 greatly. He reads to us both each night, for her to listen and for me to learn how to read.
Never the less, when my daughter is happy; I am happy. She’s my joy, my little ball of happiness. My mate feels like another part of myself, there when he is not off with his sister cataloguing new things or reading books.
It seems the same with 17 and 6, with their little one too. Even 6 could be seen with a small smile when little 102 is fumbling about. 3 and myself have even heard him talking to her as he would to one of us, explaining in his own way about the pictures he would draw.
‘D-daughter grow u-up… B-b-bring happiness.’ He would tell her eagerly over and over, one hand clutching his key or a new drawing, the other gingerly tousling her hair. She would return him a babble of words which would bring out a shaky smile from her father, leading him to allow her to draw with him, or to explain more pictures to her. 17 on the other hand loved to play with her, at times allowing her to see her spear once the blade was removed. She’s told me a few times (and I have seen it myself) of how 102 would attempt to lift the spear with her small hands. A rather adorable sight of it as well…Until 102 grows frustrated and disappears to play somewhere else.
3 is never happy with ink around his books. Especially the one time where little 102 fell into 6’s pot of ink and went tottering about dragging a large piece splattered ink paper behind her… dripping ink herself where ever she went, calling for 17… 33 seemed rather amused by it at the time, shrieking with laughter as 102 toddled past, black and wet with ink.
But now it is that time again where the chill settles in and outside is blanketed in snow. That time where we continue the human tradition of Christmas, spending the day together next to a tree which both 17 and 6 had drawn and coloured. With our own little way we exchange gifts in the means of helping one another; 3 teaching me to read, or 17 teaching us how to defend ourselves if a time were to come when a beast attacked. Yet this time around there was also the little ones. 33 was wrapped in strips of fabric, 102 in a small red hat which 5 found and gave to her.
It seems they have already exchanged the hand of friendship; with the both of them babbling, giggling and playing.
It brings a smile to my face as my hope of my daughter having a better beginning that what I had seems to be truer than what I first believed. This tradition thing which 3 and 4 had introduced seemed to be for the good of us all.
Second 'chapter' for my entry for Cinda7's contest.
Chapter One Chapter Three ...first time I've done this much traditional art that turned out looking good... Minus the fact that I shaded it too dark. =_=
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13, 33 (c) Me
17, 102 (c)
3, 4, 6 and all 9 characters (c) Shane Acker.
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STITCHPUUUUUUUUUUUPS!!!
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STIIIIIIITCHPUUUUUUUUUUUUPS!!!!!
Okay, enough of that. XD
Oh mah gosh, you really drew these two pups as IRRESISTIBLY adorable!
And I love the little chapter you have here. :3 It really characterizes 13 as well as the other characters, namely 33 and 102.
I simply LOOOOOVE the exposition of 6 and 102. Way to keep him in character. X3 And of course that part with 102 falling in the ink is just... just...
Despite the fact that it came out a little dark, the picture is wonderful! (Besides, I kinda thought they might be near a fireplace or something XD)
This little epic story you have coming along is really wonderful. Keep up the excellent work! I can't wait for the next chapter!
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STIIIIIIITCHPUUUUUUUUUUUUPS!!!!!
Okay, enough of that. XD
Oh mah gosh, you really drew these two pups as IRRESISTIBLY adorable!
And I love the little chapter you have here. :3 It really characterizes 13 as well as the other characters, namely 33 and 102. I simply LOOOOOVE the exposition of 6 and 102. Way to keep him in character. X3 And of course that part with 102 falling in the ink is just... just...
Despite the fact that it came out a little dark, the picture is wonderful! (Besides, I kinda thought they might be near a fireplace or something XD)
This little epic story you have coming along is really wonderful. Keep up the excellent work! I can't wait for the next chapter!