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Posted on April 3, 2015 at 00:03:34 AM by BIRCH
Bethany brought a serenity to the group that Birch both appreciated and enjoyed. Like how both Rochambeau and Minerva balanced their respective fairies out, Bethany seemed a good match for Jacopo. There was a centeredness about her, a stability, that Birch found rather lovely. And she clearly made Jacopo happy, which in turn pleased Birch. It was, all in all, a win-win situation. Even snarky Minerva eyed the jackal with consideration, keeping whatever negative thoughts she may have had to herself (though Torram was, for maybe the first time, pleased that the Ancient Creature kept said thoughts away from him).
Birch paused in her preparations to watch Roch gift Bethany with his favorite toy; Roch loved everyone rather equally, and this had become something of a routine when it came to welcoming others (fairy and familiar alike) into his home, but he particularly liked Bethany. Her lips curved, amusement coming to her eyes, as the elegant jackal peered down at the ball; like Jacopo, the idea of her chasing it about was pretty amusing to Birch. Roch went still and limp, tail and hind end curled like a pup, as Bethany picked him up. At first his little heart thundered in his chest, his eyes wide with surprise, but he quickly relaxed at Bethany's gentleness. Clearly, he was in no danger of being mauled, and so he was content to be carried off in whatever direction she decided they ought to go in. Birch followed after the two, a step behind Jacopo, to peek over his shoulder as Bethany settled comfortably on the sofa with Rochambeau. The otter wiggled about a tad, not in an escape attempt but simply to settle down in-between her paws. Entirely comfortable now, the little fellow rested a head on one of her paws and let out a happy little sigh. Birch stifled a little chuckle, unwilling to interrupt the sweet scene and wishing she had a way to capture the image permanently, and withdrew back to the kitchen. "You and Tor can set the table, if you don't mind," Birch replied, smiling at him again. Torram marveled over the change in her, a change he had to admit had been helped along by Jacopo's presence in their life. When they'd first arrived at Shaman, Birch had been rather... reserved, his mother had called it. She'd rarely spoken, and her emotions had rarely been shown on her features, but now it seemed weird not to see her smiling, or laughing, especially when she was off-duty. He trotted around the kitchen's center island to take out stacks of plates, linen napkins, and cutlery, setting them in a pile so that he and Jacopo could both get to them. "How's work been going for you?" Birch asked of Jacopo, bending to check on the roast in the oven. "I patrolled the gardens yesterday, and they looked lovely." |
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