- Messages
- 2,429
- Sexual Orientation
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- Wand
- 13 1/2" Katalox Wood Wand with Chimera Scale core
- Age
- 12/1997
Two sleeping babies were held against Rosaline's chest in a sling she had bought to make life easier when she needed to walk around with them. Her auburn hair was tied back, and her sapphire blue eyes were tired yet aware of every little thing surrounding her. Her son, Vladimir, was curled up with a pleasant smile resting upon his small face, while her daughter was less comfortable being held by Rosaline just as she always was. In fact, the only reason Zinaida was fast asleep was because she had just been to Chavdar's store for a quick lunch.
Rosaline was hoping to find Avrille among the masses of children on their Brightstone Weekend, to make a bigger effort to change her opinion of her beautiful twins. But she couldn't find her and it wasn't like her dark haired daughter was the most social being in the land, in fact she would probably be annoyed by the frantic teenagers around.
Feeling her son wriggle around against her chest caused Rosaline to gently brush her fingers down his small spine, then rest ever so gently on his head. Vladimir and Zinaida would never cease to amaze their mother. They both were so fragile, to a point where she almost couldn't comprehend but she had to.
Vladimir let out a quiet yawn, opening his eye lids, revealing what used to be blue eyes. He had stormy grey eyes like Chavdar and darker hair like herself, while Zinaida seemed to be the exact opposite. She had kept her blue eyes and her blonde hair. "Hello Vladimir," she spoke, in Bulgarian. It was often that she spoke in her mother tongue to her babies because she figured that if they heard this language all through their developmental stages they would learn it with much ease and as she made frequent stops and most of her family was Bulgarian she thought it would be best if they were taught both English and Bulgarian.
Vladimir responded with putting his whole hand in his mouth, looking wide eyed at his mother. Rosaline grinned lightly, before walking towards a bench in a lesser travelled section of Brightstone Village. Once sitting, she carefully adjusted herself so she could take off the sling and hold both babies in her arms. By this time Zinaida was awake, carefully scanning her surroundings, and as she saw someone trip into a bicycle she laughed gleefully, clapping her hands together in amusement. This made Rosaline chuckle and shake her head. "Oh Zin, you're going to be awful when you get older wont you?" she asked her child rhetorically and of course not meaning awful, she would never suggest that either of her babies would be awful.
lame.. and I was rambling, sorry
Rosaline was hoping to find Avrille among the masses of children on their Brightstone Weekend, to make a bigger effort to change her opinion of her beautiful twins. But she couldn't find her and it wasn't like her dark haired daughter was the most social being in the land, in fact she would probably be annoyed by the frantic teenagers around.
Feeling her son wriggle around against her chest caused Rosaline to gently brush her fingers down his small spine, then rest ever so gently on his head. Vladimir and Zinaida would never cease to amaze their mother. They both were so fragile, to a point where she almost couldn't comprehend but she had to.
Vladimir let out a quiet yawn, opening his eye lids, revealing what used to be blue eyes. He had stormy grey eyes like Chavdar and darker hair like herself, while Zinaida seemed to be the exact opposite. She had kept her blue eyes and her blonde hair. "Hello Vladimir," she spoke, in Bulgarian. It was often that she spoke in her mother tongue to her babies because she figured that if they heard this language all through their developmental stages they would learn it with much ease and as she made frequent stops and most of her family was Bulgarian she thought it would be best if they were taught both English and Bulgarian.
Vladimir responded with putting his whole hand in his mouth, looking wide eyed at his mother. Rosaline grinned lightly, before walking towards a bench in a lesser travelled section of Brightstone Village. Once sitting, she carefully adjusted herself so she could take off the sling and hold both babies in her arms. By this time Zinaida was awake, carefully scanning her surroundings, and as she saw someone trip into a bicycle she laughed gleefully, clapping her hands together in amusement. This made Rosaline chuckle and shake her head. "Oh Zin, you're going to be awful when you get older wont you?" she asked her child rhetorically and of course not meaning awful, she would never suggest that either of her babies would be awful.
lame.. and I was rambling, sorry
