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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 6, 2011 2:17:28 GMT
Edward leaned over to his small workbench, removing a tiny sack from beneath and producing another troop of soldiers for his daughter. These ones were wood, hand-whittled in his spare time and much less luxurious than the tin ones he'd bought for his son. Aeodhan hummed a little tuneless melody to himself and began quietly sounding out the goings-on of his tiny tin army, thoroughly enthused by their little game and excited to have more armies to fight against when Meiread would join in.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 2:33:41 GMT
Wynter smiled looking over her children as they played. Meiread clapped happily as she reached up towards her father grabbing for the little wood soldiers. "When did you find time to carve those darling?" Wynter asked him wondering where she had been when he'd done this and what else he might be hiding.
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