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 OC-tober Day 5/6 - Handy/Orange
 
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Aneril’s eye twitched as she watched Vareysa fiddle with the orange in her hands. First she prodded at the green stem with her thumb, then changed her mind and dug her nail into the middle of the orange. Only a bit of rind popped out despite her efforts, so Vareysa made a face and reached for her dagger-
 
“Oh, just hand it over!” Aneril snatched the orange from Vareysa, and dug into the rind around the stem. “It’s like you’ve never seen an orange before,” she groused, peeling the rind off with ease.
 
“Well, I have. Just never eaten one before,” Vareysa replied, lips curved just slightly. “We don’t have oranges in Morrowind, you know.”
 
“Obviously.” Aneril pushed the tiger cub’s head away with her foot, when he tried to nibble at the rinds she’d thrown to the grass. “No, cubby. This is not for you.” When the tiger growled in complaint, she planted a leg in front of him, so he couldn’t reach the rinds himself.
 
Ignoring the light dig of claws into her pants, Aneril finished peeling the orange and handed it to Vareysa - who opened her mouth. Aneril cocked a brow, then shoved the entire orange into her waiting mouth, getting a muffled gasp in surprise.
 
“Feed yourself, you baby.”
 
Vareysa snorted, taking the orange and peeling off a slice, which she dropped into Aneril’s mouth. “Why feed myself when I have such a handy little helper with me?”
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OC-tober Day 2 - Couple

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“Happy birthday, Anni!”

Vareysa upended her backpack, and Aneril’s eyes flew wide. She stared in stunned silence, as jewels and gems poured out of the pack like a waterfall, landing in a small mountain of riches on their dining table. Vareysa grinned when she saw Aneril’s shocked expression.

“Do you like them?”

Aneril blinked, shook her head, then worked her mouth that was hanging agape. “How…did you get all these?” Aneril said slowly, then started when a thought struck. “Wait! Did you steal them all?”

“Uh.” Vareysa glanced at the gems, then back at Aneril. “Maybe…? Only a couple… A couple dozen…”

“A couple hundred, more like!” Aneril jabbed a finger at the stolen loot. “Give them back, now!”

Vareysa pouted. “All of them?”

All of them. Now!”


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OC-tober  Day 1 - Eldest

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“Hey, mom. Where should I put your ashes after you die?”

Llethasi looked up from her ledger, and squinted at her daughter. “Why the sudden question? What, is there a writ on my head?”

“Well, no,” Vareysa drawled, pulling on her boots by the door. “It’s just that you’re getting really, really old.”

Llethasi snorted. “I’m only 354.”

“Yeah, still the oldest in our family. And soon you’ll be 355…400…470… I mean, look. Most of your hair’s white now-”

“How about,” Llethasi cut in, wanting to smack the smug smirk off her daughter’s face. “You bury my ashes under your house, so I can haunt you when I die.”

“Aw. Love you too, mom.” Vareysa blew a kiss, then shouldered her backpack and left the smithy with a wink.

“S’wit,” Llethasi muttered, rolling her eyes.

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