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They say that, short of having somebody die, moving is the most stressful thing that you could do in your life. Eostre hadn't found it particularly stressful, but only because she'd spent the day in the kitchen with the girls and the air conditioning and let the boys do the majority of the heavy lifting.
And there she was. Her new house. Her world tree. She was almost coming around to it being there.
Far enough south of the Hamlet that she couldn't hear it (but she knew that it was there, all the same and was glad of it) Eostre stood with her two babies balanced in her arms and looked up into the branches of the World Tree. The house built around its trunk wasn't perfect yet; the roof needed work, and light still showed in chinks through some of the walls, but it was hers, big enough for her family.
"See, when mam was a girl," she said, "They used to beat the boundaries. But we're not going to do that."
She was pretty sure she didn't actually want to beat Peter with a stick.
She dropped a kiss onto the top of each little, fragrant head.
"When the world was born, this tree was there, waiting," she said, quietly. "Hello, the house."
A sense of complete calm settled over her, a calm that had something to do with the near perfect weight of her children in her arms, and something to do with a house that love had built and even more to do with the slender branches, leafless and perfect, spreading out against the blueness of the sky.
ooc: the Lady of the Dawn has moved to just south of the Hidden Hamlet. All-comers (as well as late-comers) totally welcome.
And there she was. Her new house. Her world tree. She was almost coming around to it being there.
Far enough south of the Hamlet that she couldn't hear it (but she knew that it was there, all the same and was glad of it) Eostre stood with her two babies balanced in her arms and looked up into the branches of the World Tree. The house built around its trunk wasn't perfect yet; the roof needed work, and light still showed in chinks through some of the walls, but it was hers, big enough for her family.
"See, when mam was a girl," she said, "They used to beat the boundaries. But we're not going to do that."
She was pretty sure she didn't actually want to beat Peter with a stick.
She dropped a kiss onto the top of each little, fragrant head.
"When the world was born, this tree was there, waiting," she said, quietly. "Hello, the house."
A sense of complete calm settled over her, a calm that had something to do with the near perfect weight of her children in her arms, and something to do with a house that love had built and even more to do with the slender branches, leafless and perfect, spreading out against the blueness of the sky.
ooc: the Lady of the Dawn has moved to just south of the Hidden Hamlet. All-comers (as well as late-comers) totally welcome.