Chapter Twenty-Nine: Loss
So I'm back, sorry for the wait folks! I don't know how fast I'll be updating, but there should be a few more updates coming whenever I get them posted.So Elshana dove right into writing her own stories on the computer she got for her birthday.
While Imoen was a bit more. . . playful.
They're both good kids though, and I think they're the sweetest things alive.
So, Celeste decided to take them travelling. They both jumped with excitement when she suggested the idea.
It gave Celeste a chance to really talk to the children, without what she jokingly called 'manly interference.'
Oh, they had -so- much fun in France, they found the toys that I had sent for them. . .
Though it wasn't totally play for Elshana. She loved to write; and we weren't going to discourage her. It might be her skill for the Dynasty – though Celeste told me that she wasn't explaining the Dynasty while people were on vacation.
It wasn't totally play for Imoen, either, as she took to painting. Celeste encouraged her (even if Imoen's not the most artistic soul,) just to make sure we'd have someone able to paint the portraits.
It's sad that I have to do this to my own children. But Mother says that it's important, and I can feel that it is.
But none of that didn't make the next few moments any easier.
People came running, first Elshana,
then Agnes.
But Uncle Cycl0n3 didn't seem too upset. Indeed, it was the most composed I'd ever seen him.
And that night, Aunt Agnes slept alone.