[After such frightening winds and freezing cold for several days, the sudden quiet that they had all awoken to was something of a surprise. Six curious faces peered out of the window, staring in awe at the white that powdered everything.

And then six eager dragonlings hurried to get dressed so they could play outside in the fresh snow.Be careful ( Read more... )

[There's a rather large pile of leaves that have been gathered on the front lawn of the young mage's home. The dragonlings have been helping, and it looks like they're just about finished ( Read more... )

[Maciel's doing nothing unusual here. It's laundry day again, so he's outside of the house, hanging up clothes on the line. The kids are running about in the yard, but it's okay, because he seems to have plenty of help with the laundry for the moment.]

Ah, I guess we'll have to start another row. Mm, hold this please!

[This is said to a pair ( Read more... )

[Maciel and the kiddies are out by the orchards. They'd been wandering about the festival booths earlier, but today they've decided to do some apple gathering!

The dragonlings are scattered about picking apples and bringing them by the tiny armful to the basket that they've all commandeered.]

Saata, be careful up there. [Maciel smiles up at ( Read more... )

Ah. I guess we sort of overdid it...

[Maciel scratches the back of his head as he looks from the watch to the table full of various baked goods- fruit-filled pies, a cake or two, and of course, cookies. A few of the dragonlings peer around the edges of the table, beaming. The young mage looks at them, chuckling.]

Well I don't think it would be ( Read more... )

What do you mean he's gone?

What other meanings are there?! He's not here!

I can't believe you lost him! -Then again this is you...

Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

....

You know perfectly well what I me-

You two! Why don't we just ask if anyone's seen him?

[A face finally approaches the watch that's been left on the table. Familiar ( Read more... )

Mm! That looks good, Saata, Aata. I'll take care of it from there.

[The young mage smiles at the two dragonlings as they step away from their sweeping. He then glances over his shoulder towards the house.Oh, are you done with the dishes, Maata? Well I suppose they can be put away- ah, but please be careful, all of you. I'm almost finished ( Read more... )

Haata! Ah, he couldn't have gone too far, could he?

[He glances down at the dark dragonling that seems to never leave his side, dropping his head with a sigh as Naata gives him a look.] Y-you're right, anything's possible...

[Drawing himself up again, Maciel cups his hands as he calls out the fire dragonling's name again.] Haata! Where did ( Read more... )

[The house is in turmoil, and Maciel sits in the midst of it. He's currently trying to console a crying Saata, with Naata peering concernedly at his side. -wait, hold on, what? Why yes, Naata doesn't look all that annoyed or serious at the moment. He's even clinging to Maciel's side as he tries helping the young sorcerer calm the sobbing wind ( Read more... )

-I'm feeling quite better, Naata! All the same, I'm glad you've all been so helpful.

[His back is to the watch as he stoops down to give the dragonlings hugs.Ah, you cleaned everything too? Well, maybe we'll have a picnic if the weather is clear enough! Hm? You want to invite Mister Alphonse? I don't see why not- I should thank him for ( Read more... )