<font color=white>i've got <I>sunshine</i> on a cloudy day</font> {NIM!}

i've got sunshine on a cloudy day {NIM!}
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Posted on July 21, 2015 at 02:39:03 AM by GRIMBAUD

The last blissfully warm days of summer were fading into what promised to be a blustery autumn, and so Grimbaud had determined that she and Gisli would spend all day outdoors so they could capture enough summer to take with them through the winter months. Gisli had tried to explain that it didn't quite work that way, but that didn't stop Grim from prancing through the castle gardens with various bottles and bowls in order to "capture" summer inside. Her lofty goals were quickly forgotten, though, when she swirled to a stop before a bush of the biggest, juiciest, delicious-ist blackberries in the whole world. In no time at all the fragile, easily squashed berries filled every available container and all of the myriad pockets on Grimbaud's clothes (Grim insisted that every item of clothing have at least two pockets in which to store treasure). Already Gisli was trying to come up with excuses for why her companion had been allowed to do so; she figured Ciara, who knew the girl rather well now that they'd lived with her for some time, would understand, but the jaglion could still picture the woman's exasperated expression when confronted with this... this... cheerful, grubby little mess of a daughter she'd taken in.

Before Gisli could cry out a warning, Grim plopped down on a bench and squished the berries she'd forgotten she'd put in the back pockets. Aware of the sticky dark juice now running down her pants, but deciding not to worry about it just yet, Grim plopped a few more berries into her mouth and grinned. Her face would be stained permanently purple after this, Gis just knew it.

"GISLIIII!" the girl squealed, legs kicking furiously as she gobbled more down. "These are the bestest EVER! We have to tell mama about them! Maybe the cook will make a pie, do you think she'll make a pie, oh, I hope she'll make a pie!"

Gisli, still too horrified at her girl's now horribly disheveled appearance, let out a soft sigh. The wind freed the band from her light brown hair and sent it every which way; her bonded, which had been a perfectly adorable cherub this morning, was officially a wild beast. Giving up on all pretense of authority, Gisli plopped down near the girl (but far enough away from those sticky fingers to remain clean).

"She can't make a pie if you eat them all!" Gisli returned. Grim poked out her lower lip in a distinct pout, her mouth now too full of berries to make more than a groany-mutter.

"But they're so good! Maybe we can bring some for mama, and she can tell the cook and then-" the rest of the run-on sentence continued through a mouth full of blackberry, and Gisli let out a long-suffering sigh. She could only hope no one would happen by to see the little monster in her less-than-lovely state.

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A Slim Silver Lining - By NiM July 26, 2015 at 09:24:17 PM

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