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Posted: May 7 2016, 04:39 PM
skadoo skadae do u know da wae
GROUP: Yellow Leaf
JOINED: 15-August 15
Rep: 20 pts
| eli /Ethereal | the meadows | winter 5 | short one again yh? idk |
She was fairly certain that she wasn't supposed to know about Elliot's own birthday, because it had never been mentioned to her. But on one of the many occasions where she had been out with Elliot and Oliver, the little toddler had slipped to her that daddy's birthday was coming up soon when Elliot hadn't been listening, and Odette knew, in her heart, that she just couldn't let it go by without getting him something. It probably wasn't wanted or expected, but now that she knew when it was, Odette wasn't about to let one of the only people who she was closest to go without much happening on their birthday. She just didn't know how to approach the entire thing.
She had gone up to Westhaven not in a dissimilar way that she had when she had gone shopping for Oliver's present, and she was considering buying Elliot a set of books. But even she knew that there was no point to that when he pretty much lived in the library, so she had agonized for a good few hours about what she was going to get him. But an old style stationary shop had caught her eye, and she saw the perfect set when she walked through the door - a pen set that she eventually got personalised with his name on it. Something small and simple, but something that he could keep forever.
While she was at it, she also bought some ink cartridges for the ink pen.
It was the morning of his birthday and Odette was having a terrible sense of deja vu when she walked down the drive towards their house, the small box wrapped neatly up with a little bow and his birthday card taped to the top of it. And when she stood in front of their house, she had the deja vu sense come back even stronger. It was just like when she was returning his coat. She wanted to wait for him to open the door, but she was far too chicken to, even now.
So she hurried up to the door, cleared a bit of snow from the front mat so that it didn't soak through the wrapping paper, knocked on the door when she was satisfied and then hurried away again, putting her hood up on her fluffy winter coat to protect her face from the cold morning breeze.
Posted: Jun 25 2016, 10:57 AM
coolest kid this side of the atlantic
JOINED: 8-July 15
Rep: 45 pts
Elliot A. Mercier
MONDAY WINTER 5, YEAR ONE • EARLY MORNING • SNOWY
"Never learned to climb a tree but I would try, just to show you what I'd done"