"It's snow!"
"It's snow!
"It's snowing!"
Jewell Ravenlock usually woke up on her own accord. Her body had its own little internal clock that roused her at the same time every day unless extenuating circumstances existed. She had been up late last night Dueling--shedding a fair amount of her own blood in the process of winning--and had "turned off" the clock for the morning to rest up.
Her children had other plans.
Little voices took turn rallying her out of bed by jumping on it (how the hell did they get the door open again, she had just replaced the lock). She tried to cover her head with a pillow but the twins, the most excited of her children as the triplets didn't enjoy the snow nearly as much, would not allow it. After all, the first snow of the year was a very big occurrence for those in the Ravenlock household.
"All right, all right...I'm up!" She grumbled, sitting up rather suddenly and almost knocking little Kerrick off the bed with her pillow to the delight of his giggling twin sister. "Now, what is all the ruckus about my loves?" She had to play along, smiling for them; they had their feelings so easily injured otherwise at this age.
"It's snowing!" The four year olds shouted in unison at her.
She had been unconsciously aware of that fact even in her sleep, just as she would be of the rain. She inclined her head slightly towards the wall of windows, covered up by thick drapes, and grinned. "Well now, so it is."
Covering up a yawn with her hand, she shooed the children away with her others, "Go downstairs and tell Iona to make a big breakfast...we're gonna need to be well fed if we're going to go out and play, right?"
The twins scurried off her bed, shouting in triumph as they raced each other to the door. Jewell knew Iona was probably already preparing a feast for them, knowing their habits when it came to the first decent snowfall of the year, but it gave the kids something to do.
"Oh, and you can wake up your brothers and sister too." They had stopped short at the door when she had spoken up again only to run out, laughing at her allowance. If she had to be woken up so rudely on the perfect morning to sleep in, no one would be allowed to rest.
She let her head fall back onto her bed a moment with a groan. It was going to be a long day and she certainly needed a hot shower before the madness began.
"It's snow!
"It's snowing!"
Jewell Ravenlock usually woke up on her own accord. Her body had its own little internal clock that roused her at the same time every day unless extenuating circumstances existed. She had been up late last night Dueling--shedding a fair amount of her own blood in the process of winning--and had "turned off" the clock for the morning to rest up.
Her children had other plans.
Little voices took turn rallying her out of bed by jumping on it (how the hell did they get the door open again, she had just replaced the lock). She tried to cover her head with a pillow but the twins, the most excited of her children as the triplets didn't enjoy the snow nearly as much, would not allow it. After all, the first snow of the year was a very big occurrence for those in the Ravenlock household.
"All right, all right...I'm up!" She grumbled, sitting up rather suddenly and almost knocking little Kerrick off the bed with her pillow to the delight of his giggling twin sister. "Now, what is all the ruckus about my loves?" She had to play along, smiling for them; they had their feelings so easily injured otherwise at this age.
"It's snowing!" The four year olds shouted in unison at her.
She had been unconsciously aware of that fact even in her sleep, just as she would be of the rain. She inclined her head slightly towards the wall of windows, covered up by thick drapes, and grinned. "Well now, so it is."
Covering up a yawn with her hand, she shooed the children away with her others, "Go downstairs and tell Iona to make a big breakfast...we're gonna need to be well fed if we're going to go out and play, right?"
The twins scurried off her bed, shouting in triumph as they raced each other to the door. Jewell knew Iona was probably already preparing a feast for them, knowing their habits when it came to the first decent snowfall of the year, but it gave the kids something to do.
"Oh, and you can wake up your brothers and sister too." They had stopped short at the door when she had spoken up again only to run out, laughing at her allowance. If she had to be woken up so rudely on the perfect morning to sleep in, no one would be allowed to rest.
She let her head fall back onto her bed a moment with a groan. It was going to be a long day and she certainly needed a hot shower before the madness began.