Subject: Ficlet response from Nursery
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Posted on: 2015-02-17 10:08:00 UTC

(Because I have someone there!)

"Well, now, Mary, what's this? Is it new friends? It is!" Mary Wentway stared blankly at her mother, her eyes seeming much too big for her face. Elanor chuckled and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Don't worry, ma chérie, you'll get it eventually. I suppose two weeks is a bit early to expect comprehension."

Since Mary wasn't actively crying (the ceiling had distracted her), Elanor turned her attention to the newcomers. "Arman and Lucy," she murmured, looking down into their side-by-side bassinets. Lucy met her gaze with that same wide-eyed stare that all newborns seem to perfect: not so much disbelief as simple incomprehension of everything in front of her face. Arman, on the other hand, had fallen asleep.

"Well, there have been worse names," Elanor mused, then snorted. "Like the ones your author wanted you to have, for instance. Oh, no, hush now..."

Elanor's snort had broken through Lucy's confusion. The newborn's face seemed to crumple instantly, and she burst out with a high-pitched wailing. Elanor grabbed for her, but it was too late: Mary had taken up the strain, and between them the girls had women Arman as well.

Shaking her head, Elanor put Lucy back in the bassinet - there was no point even trying to rock her quiet, not with the other two pitching their own synchronised fits - and wandered over to the rack of bottles. "Life in the Nursery," she murmured to herself. "Still... at least it's not a badfic."

~

Newborns are a pain in the neck when there's only one of them. I can't imagine what it'd be like to have two or three in the same room.

hS

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