Friday, February 18, 2011









The bar is crowded. So many are now Tavern family. Others find it a safe haven.

His hair over his face, Stoney makes his way through the people and takes his son from his wife's arms. Tomas grabs a handful of Stoney's hair, tugging it out of the way, and peeks up at his father, giggling. He pulls it back over Stoney's face and then away again and grins. Stoney says a soft BOO and Tomas' peals of laughter draws eyes.

Tara is busy watching Chloe's rattle. Chloe shakes it and demifae swirl in a crazy dance above them. Both little girls stare in fascination, their fun bleeding through the minds of anyone who can feel them.

Chloe looks at Stoney and the image he gets is of Ob with the feel of a question. "Daddy will be down in a minute Chloe. He is checking on Miko and seeing how good you all were for Cooza Silk."

Chloe gives him the image of Silk with all three babies in her arms, dancing to soft gypsy lullabies. Tomas adds them sleeping and being well behaved. He smiles and touches his son's nose with a fingertip.

"I am quite sure none of you were perfect last night, and I am well aware she was dancing with all of you at one point. Pa'pan knows Tomas. Just as we are aware that you need a changing very soon and Tara is getting hungry."

The little boy looks at him with big eyes, a frown passing over his features. Stoney begins to laugh, followed shortly by the startled looks from Alise and Pandora.

"No... you will not go poop outside like Lobo." His head raises and he looks at Alise, then back at Tomas. "Mommy is going to give you brothers? How do you know this?"

Stoney looks at Star, then bursts out laughing. "Oh Goddess, no! I don't think they are living with Sarah right now. I think there is only one this time. You will have to wait a while for your brothers. No Tomas, they will not be furry like Lobo."

The door opens. Marc and Ron talk to Jeb a few minutes, then head to the bar. Tomas looks at them, then back at his father. Stoney shakes his head, trying not to laugh out loud. "No, not like them either... I am sorry little warrior. I don't think mommy will have furry babies."

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