Mrs. Daisä Gaisimmer

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hello members!! we are here to announce that we are hosting a secret santa for the members of the SM community!! it will be drawing related only. we don’t wish to accidentally write each others characters incorrectly, so art will do best for this event 

to sign up! 

send an ask or message to the hub blog! stating that you wish to join the secret santa this year!

rules

“Ok, oh Brother my Brother, we’re going over to Daisa’s because she wanted to talk about something.”

“This doesn’t mean that you’re ungrounded, so please stay within eyesight, ok?”

Eddie paused while his older sister rambled on. Stepping into the empty street and making a large bubble.

Eddie stood unflinching to the oncoming truck.

“EDDIE!”

Belle acted quickly out of desperation.

She couldn’t have known that he’d watch.

“BELLE NO!”

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie glances towards Dasiä with a curious look in his eye, but keeps a claw pressed over his maw in a gesture of silence. The Fiaclan was holding a tiny robotic doll of a Suurkedi hatchling, and had just got it able to “sleep”. Practice makes perfect right?

He sets the doll carefully aside in a basket with blankets tucked in it, like a mini nest. Then, with utmost care, he tip toes over to his wife and shoos her out of the den, closing the door behind him and sighing heavily. Once out of the room, he opens his mouth. 

“However… I do wish to speak to Belle directly about this. I would like to learn more about hers and Eddie’s situation, as well as this uncle they speak of. I tend to have a desire to learn more about the situation I am brought into, as well as my family.” He paused and he made a face before entering the egg’s room. “I would not want to be caught up in a family feud that puts my own family at risk, you know. We already have that issue with Equinox.”

Jamison crept into their room and glanced back to Dasiä, the tall Fiaclan leaning down to look over the egg. Gold coins were sprinkled around it for their Fiaclan sides, if they had any. Still, better safe than sorry. “But other than that, I agree. Dahl should be home within the hour anyway.”

“Perhaps we should invite Belle and Eddie for dinner when Dahl gets home?” she suggested softly, zeroing in on the tiny heartbeats behind the shell.

Jamie glances towards Dasiä with a curious look in his eye, but keeps a claw pressed over his maw in a gesture of silence. The Fiaclan was holding a tiny robotic doll of a Suurkedi hatchling, and had just got it able to “sleep”. Practice makes perfect right?

He sets the doll carefully aside in a basket with blankets tucked in it, like a mini nest. Then, with utmost care, he tip toes over to his wife and shoos her out of the den, closing the door behind him and sighing heavily. Once out of the room, he opens his mouth. 

“I’m not sure; I have a bad feeling Belle knows something and isn’t telling me but er, here.” she sighed, handing the papers to Jamison and clasping her hands together. “They’re custody papers. Emergency custody, I mean. Belle wants to have it so that, if anything should happen to her, I would be able to take care of Eddie in her stead, and not her uncle. And I want to help her, so badly! But I need to ask you and Dahl first.”

She flapped her hands and then went back to squeezing them together, staring up at Jamison and frowning. 

“Oh… well maybe this has something to do with, a short while ago, she caused some trouble as a feral suurkedi. Perhaps the police finally found her and are taking her in for questioning?” she wondered aloud. Dumplin’ didn’t have the full story, and Kurbi had told her so many times with different details that she couldn’t recall it properly. But she knew it had been bad.

Jamie glances towards Dasiä with a curious look in his eye, but keeps a claw pressed over his maw in a gesture of silence. The Fiaclan was holding a tiny robotic doll of a Suurkedi hatchling, and had just got it able to “sleep”. Practice makes perfect right?

He sets the doll carefully aside in a basket with blankets tucked in it, like a mini nest. Then, with utmost care, he tip toes over to his wife and shoos her out of the den, closing the door behind him and sighing heavily. Once out of the room, he opens his mouth. 

“I’m not sure; I have a bad feeling Belle knows something and isn’t telling me but er, here.” she sighed, handing the papers to Jamison and clasping her hands together. “They’re custody papers. Emergency custody, I mean. Belle wants to have it so that, if anything should happen to her, I would be able to take care of Eddie in her stead, and not her uncle. And I want to help her, so badly! But I need to ask you and Dahl first.”

She flapped her hands and then went back to squeezing them together, staring up at Jamison and frowning. 

“Oh... well maybe this has something to do with, a short while ago, she caused some trouble as a feral suurkedi. Perhaps the police finally found her and are taking her in for questioning?” she wondered aloud. Dumplin’ didn’t have the full story, and Kurbi had told her so many times with different details that she couldn’t recall it properly. But she knew it had been bad.