Flakes still descended upon the countless others to a symphony of jingle bells it seemed, early into the afternoon. A poor looking snowman was being assembled in the backyard of the Sunrise Overlook where Dyarhk exhaled a magnificent cloud of breath in laughter at the sight of a snowball hitting its target an instigating a fight among his children.
Dunlin's coat had never kept him warmer in these winter months, and even without the faerie properties his coat possessed, the children's coats and toboggans and mittens and boots still looked pretty darn warm. Well, it was all fun and games until someone fell and the tears began flowing. A child's face eagerly turned red to accommodate the upset state, and Dyarhk's laughter diminished and he began descending the steps of his back porch to go and attend to the situation.
It was around this time that Adenna's own Christopher Andan had come up to the front door, dressed rather warmly himself. It hadn't snowed for at least a day. A box of Christmas lights in his hands that had been asked of him the week prior were being brought over, and the man very comfortably let himself inside of his friend's home.
?Dyarhk? Dyarhk?? He asked several times. Placing the box onto the nearest table while looking around, he couldn't seem to find anyone, not even Corea. He would look around after stomping his boots off on the entry rug. The kitchen had hot coffee still in the pot, and breakfast's dishes still waiting to be put in the dishwasher. A curious situation by Chris, indeed. He would investigate still further. Peering out the window, he caught sight of his quarry. He saw Dyarhk outside with the children. Indeed, Corea had been out, but he was correct in assuming someone had been here. He made out onto the porch, still keeping quiet while he observed a father in his environment with a smile.
?Yeah, well that's why you don't run so fast. You're lucky the snow broke your fall. In the summer month's that'll have been a scraped knee. Now go on.? finishing brushing off the snow from her backside before it would have the chance to melt and then giving her a little pop to her bottom to send her in her brother's direction. He stood up and placed hands on his hips and watched her return to playing with a smile.
?That might just be the best looking snowman I've seen.? Chris said to Dyarhk, getting his attention.
?Oh?? Looking to see Chris, Dyarhk slowly began wandering over to him, but making sure to keep his eye on the kids. ?Don't need to be modest around me, Chris. I think we can both agree this fellow's got a way's to go still.? he smiled brightly up to the man on his porch and took his hand and gave it a strong shake.
?I brought you those lights finally.? Christopher said, observing the man those steps below him taking up lean with an elbow on his uplifted knee.
?Well I have to say, it's about time.? a delayed laugh from the Palliator.
?Also, Dyarhk. I just came back from the Gossip Corner. The people are talking about you, my friend.? Christopher said, which had Dyarhk smiling.
?Uh-oh. What have I done, now?? he laughed. But Christopher was not laughing. He was ?barely? smiling. It brought concern to Dyarhk's face. ?What was posted??
Christopher handed Dyarhk the latest publishing of the Post, as well as a piece of notebook paper. Now, the notebook paper had on it a loose translation of a letter from the post. It was not a verbatim copy, but rather one that had been gotten out by word of mouth. ?I'll be inside separating the colors.? Chris said, thumbing back to the door and box of lights he had brought over. He headed on inside.
Dyarhk watched him go in before looking down to the papers with worry. He took a few steps down off his porch and back out to the snow and to the side a bit to read what had been written. His green eyes read line for line and seemed to quicken in pace. Then he fumbled to the letter written to the columnist. Somebody somewhere knew somebody. And like gossip could do, it got out.
Roughly,
Dear Mr. Bane,
Apparently your sources missed my daughter living up to her heritage by telling Dharyk that he had no right to be touching her bottom. I must admit that he seemed shocked by her declaration. Rest assured that had the behavior continued after Maggie's objection, my husband and I would have stepped up with more than the words we exchanged with him.
Rhiannon Harker
Sorrow-filled eyes looked up from the papers as he dropped them to his thigh. Looking to the various areas of his fence did not pose the answer or reason he was looking for by staring there. His frown was noticeable enough to even bring his childrens attention to him.
?Daddy?? Marissa asked.
?Daddy?? Kellie asked.
Dunlin's coat had never kept him warmer in these winter months, and even without the faerie properties his coat possessed, the children's coats and toboggans and mittens and boots still looked pretty darn warm. Well, it was all fun and games until someone fell and the tears began flowing. A child's face eagerly turned red to accommodate the upset state, and Dyarhk's laughter diminished and he began descending the steps of his back porch to go and attend to the situation.
It was around this time that Adenna's own Christopher Andan had come up to the front door, dressed rather warmly himself. It hadn't snowed for at least a day. A box of Christmas lights in his hands that had been asked of him the week prior were being brought over, and the man very comfortably let himself inside of his friend's home.
?Dyarhk? Dyarhk?? He asked several times. Placing the box onto the nearest table while looking around, he couldn't seem to find anyone, not even Corea. He would look around after stomping his boots off on the entry rug. The kitchen had hot coffee still in the pot, and breakfast's dishes still waiting to be put in the dishwasher. A curious situation by Chris, indeed. He would investigate still further. Peering out the window, he caught sight of his quarry. He saw Dyarhk outside with the children. Indeed, Corea had been out, but he was correct in assuming someone had been here. He made out onto the porch, still keeping quiet while he observed a father in his environment with a smile.
?Yeah, well that's why you don't run so fast. You're lucky the snow broke your fall. In the summer month's that'll have been a scraped knee. Now go on.? finishing brushing off the snow from her backside before it would have the chance to melt and then giving her a little pop to her bottom to send her in her brother's direction. He stood up and placed hands on his hips and watched her return to playing with a smile.
?That might just be the best looking snowman I've seen.? Chris said to Dyarhk, getting his attention.
?Oh?? Looking to see Chris, Dyarhk slowly began wandering over to him, but making sure to keep his eye on the kids. ?Don't need to be modest around me, Chris. I think we can both agree this fellow's got a way's to go still.? he smiled brightly up to the man on his porch and took his hand and gave it a strong shake.
?I brought you those lights finally.? Christopher said, observing the man those steps below him taking up lean with an elbow on his uplifted knee.
?Well I have to say, it's about time.? a delayed laugh from the Palliator.
?Also, Dyarhk. I just came back from the Gossip Corner. The people are talking about you, my friend.? Christopher said, which had Dyarhk smiling.
?Uh-oh. What have I done, now?? he laughed. But Christopher was not laughing. He was ?barely? smiling. It brought concern to Dyarhk's face. ?What was posted??
Christopher handed Dyarhk the latest publishing of the Post, as well as a piece of notebook paper. Now, the notebook paper had on it a loose translation of a letter from the post. It was not a verbatim copy, but rather one that had been gotten out by word of mouth. ?I'll be inside separating the colors.? Chris said, thumbing back to the door and box of lights he had brought over. He headed on inside.
Dyarhk watched him go in before looking down to the papers with worry. He took a few steps down off his porch and back out to the snow and to the side a bit to read what had been written. His green eyes read line for line and seemed to quicken in pace. Then he fumbled to the letter written to the columnist. Somebody somewhere knew somebody. And like gossip could do, it got out.
Roughly,
Dear Mr. Bane,
Apparently your sources missed my daughter living up to her heritage by telling Dharyk that he had no right to be touching her bottom. I must admit that he seemed shocked by her declaration. Rest assured that had the behavior continued after Maggie's objection, my husband and I would have stepped up with more than the words we exchanged with him.
Rhiannon Harker
Sorrow-filled eyes looked up from the papers as he dropped them to his thigh. Looking to the various areas of his fence did not pose the answer or reason he was looking for by staring there. His frown was noticeable enough to even bring his childrens attention to him.
?Daddy?? Marissa asked.
?Daddy?? Kellie asked.