Time flew by at an unfathomable rate. Especially the last few months, focused on nothing but Zara and self-improvement. So it surprised her when she looked at her calendar and saw a date marked in red with many hearts and balloons. Their little girl's birthday! Already?! It felt like she was only a month old. Clove had done nothing but plan the special day and spend whatever money she could on decorations and gifts from then on. Clove had arrived at Eiattu early on the morning of Zara's birthday; she wanted it to be a surprise, even if their little babbling and waddling ray of sunshine wouldn't remember this birthday in twenty years. Altair and she would.
Yellow and red leaves danced past the window of the Fortress' library, which Clove had hijacked for the birthday party. She knew that the library was rarely used and that no one would be disturbed, and that it had plenty of chairs and a table, so it would be the perfect location. Of course, she'd double-check with Altair that she wasn't doing anything that would make him uncomfortable, while also ensuring that she'd handle the decoration so he could focus on other things for the birthday, but as she looked around the room, she felt herself get slightly out of control. The warm wood floors and bookshelves served as a backdrop for the countless white balloons and satin ribbons with small flowers. It started to look like a page from a warm and whimsical storybook. And she relished every minute of it, distracting her from any thoughts that she knew were lurking around the corner.
Because Clove knew it'd be uncomfortable. The awkwardness between her and Altair, where they'd only really talked about Zara-related things, the lack of a fami-- no. She stopped her thoughts before they could harm her. She wasn't going to pay attention to any of that and instead returned to her birthday preparations. Nothing would ruin this special day. That much she owed Altair.
The half-Annfyn was standing on a ladder, barefeet, attempting to attach another ribbon to one of the bookshelves. Her upper body swayed gently to the rhythm of a song playing in her right ear, while the other earpod was tucked in her pocket. Her sandy hair had grown longer, reaching past her shoulder blades; it was still nothing compared to the mane her hair used to be, but it started to look like something. Two strands of her curls were tied to the back of her head with a white ribbon that matched the ribbons in the room. Her body was draped in a creamy-ivory elegant gown that accentuated the pink and purple tones in her skin, making her already paper-thin skin look even more fragile and blushy.
"You are an autumn, my dear," Clove sang softly under her breath, her fingertips struggling to keep the ribbon in place. She gave up after a minute of fiddling and lowered the ribbon back into her arms. Surely there were enough ribbons, right? Clove sighed, hoping that Altair wouldn't forbid her from decorating the next birthdays after seeing how she changed his library.
Yellow and red leaves danced past the window of the Fortress' library, which Clove had hijacked for the birthday party. She knew that the library was rarely used and that no one would be disturbed, and that it had plenty of chairs and a table, so it would be the perfect location. Of course, she'd double-check with Altair that she wasn't doing anything that would make him uncomfortable, while also ensuring that she'd handle the decoration so he could focus on other things for the birthday, but as she looked around the room, she felt herself get slightly out of control. The warm wood floors and bookshelves served as a backdrop for the countless white balloons and satin ribbons with small flowers. It started to look like a page from a warm and whimsical storybook. And she relished every minute of it, distracting her from any thoughts that she knew were lurking around the corner.
Because Clove knew it'd be uncomfortable. The awkwardness between her and Altair, where they'd only really talked about Zara-related things, the lack of a fami-- no. She stopped her thoughts before they could harm her. She wasn't going to pay attention to any of that and instead returned to her birthday preparations. Nothing would ruin this special day. That much she owed Altair.
The half-Annfyn was standing on a ladder, barefeet, attempting to attach another ribbon to one of the bookshelves. Her upper body swayed gently to the rhythm of a song playing in her right ear, while the other earpod was tucked in her pocket. Her sandy hair had grown longer, reaching past her shoulder blades; it was still nothing compared to the mane her hair used to be, but it started to look like something. Two strands of her curls were tied to the back of her head with a white ribbon that matched the ribbons in the room. Her body was draped in a creamy-ivory elegant gown that accentuated the pink and purple tones in her skin, making her already paper-thin skin look even more fragile and blushy.
"You are an autumn, my dear," Clove sang softly under her breath, her fingertips struggling to keep the ribbon in place. She gave up after a minute of fiddling and lowered the ribbon back into her arms. Surely there were enough ribbons, right? Clove sighed, hoping that Altair wouldn't forbid her from decorating the next birthdays after seeing how she changed his library.
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