Caroline M. Preston, currently entering her sixth month of life, kicked in her high chair as Windsong carefully and meticulously fed her rice pudding. Her development had been rapid; she was already crawling everywhere she could get in the well-babyproofed house, and Lewis and Jeb Guthrie were currently arguing as to whether Lewis was crazy ( Read more... )

"I hope that you are well, John," Windsong said just after she and Caroline arrived on carrier. Caroline, meanwhile, was zooming in on Daddy's face and reaching in the appropriate direction with her usual grabby enthusiasm. "And that your recent business experience was as diverting and lucrative as mine."

A few aspects of the experience-- the planning, the stealty approach -- felt familiar. However, she had never quietly pried off a vent and crawled through an opening in an attempt to do something other than blow up the building. She'd certainly never been attempting to take anyone alive before ( Read more... )

After speaking to Longshot in the Nexus, Windsong, concerned, tapped the appropriate buttons on her bracelet and appeared outside of Shatterstar's apartment.

She knocked.

The house was empty as usual in the late morning on Sunday. Mrs. Guthrie had already done far too much bustling about making sure the place was presentable before she'd left, so Windsong merely waited for the guests to arrive at the farmstead before meeting them at the door, Caroline snug in her harness ( Read more... )

"Come on in, Mr. Preston, said Lisbeth Guthrie warmly. "Windy and Caroline are in in the kitchen ( Read more... )

Windsong sits by the cradle and looks at the locket

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She folds the newspaper comic pages over the objects again. Eyes flickering back and forth from her hands to the film on the screen.

"Time to be great again, my lord."

She tapes it. This is how all presents are wrapped in the Guthrie household. She is fairly certain she is doing it right.

"But my father is old," says the prince sadly. "And I... ( Read more... )

"And so, to use an analogy with Earth music: In writing Mojo's Requiem, I have accepted that the Agnus Dei is long played out, and now put all my efforts into composing the Dies IraeBut the new Gaveedra units will require both support and a contingency plan. I believe I can slip through one more with a real capacity for personal initiative and ( Read more... )

The breast pump had been very strange. But Caroline would probably need to eat while she was alone at John's without her. Windsong was slightly nervous about being away from Caroline for several hours at a time, but equipped with the milk, John should be able to manage just fine ( Read more... )