Genesis 074
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Title Bath Time
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 074. One~ person will get the meaning behind the name of Evelandel's daughter X3
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“Anakarina, come over here right now,” Evelandel said firmly, pointing at the bath.
The two year old shook her head vigorously, strawberry blond curls bouncing. “Doesn’t want to,” she declared, holding her towel tighter to her chest.
“She doesn’t want to,” Evelandel corrected, then shook her head to get herself back on topic, “And it doesn’t matter whether Anakarina wishes to bathe or not; she must.” She pointed at the bath again. “Now.”
“No. Krina is a princess, doesn’t have to bath.”
“Mama is also a princess,” Evelandel told her reasonably, though through a very forced smile, “and she bathes more often than Anakarina ever does.”
“Not bathing.” Anakarina shook her head again. “Papa bathed her yesterday,” she added as an afterthought.
The crown princess sighed heavily and raised one hand to her forehead. “Karina, Mama is rapidly running out of patience. Anakarina will have a bath whether she wishes it or not. Her only choice is whether it will be a hot bath, or a cold one.”
The two year old stood steadfast on the marble floor, crinkling her toes against the cold surface. Evelandel could tell she was getting cold, wearing nothing but the towel she still grasped to her chest, but she was a determined, stubborn little girl, and wasn’t about to admit defeat, especially not to Mama.
Evelandel sighed again, then strode across the floor to scoop her daughter up in her arms. Anakarina squealed and squirmed, pulling the towel over her soft strawberry-blond curls.
The crown princess cast her eyes skyward. She could remember Lynnlita when she’d gone through the bath-hating stage of her life, and to a lesser extent Amyrallyn. She hoped to the gods that she hadn’t been this bad with her mother.
She dumped the little girl in the bath, earning another yelp for her actions. “It’s cold, Mama,” the tiny princess complained, curling herself up into a ball.
“Well whose fault is that, then?” Evelandel said with a peaceful smile, turning around to get the soap and face washer.
There was a splashing sound from behind her, and she could feel water on her back. She froze and took in a deep breath to calm herself, before turning back to her daughter.
Anakarina was looking up at her cheekily, eyes wide as she peered up through her fringe with a giggle.
There were two angles Evelandel could take here. She could play along, splash back at her daughter, or enforce some discipline on the child and teach her to respect her elders. What did Mama do in this kind of a situation?
Finally she shook her head, a warm smile on her face. It didn’t matter what Mama would have done. Evelandel wasn’t in the mood for discipline right now.
“Ooh, Karina’s a naughty girl,” she teased, dropping to her knees beside the bath, then began attacking the little girl with the cloth. In the end, the most fun route was probably the quickest one to get the girl clean anyway.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 074. One~ person will get the meaning behind the name of Evelandel's daughter X3
“Anakarina, come over here right now,” Evelandel said firmly, pointing at the bath.
The two year old shook her head vigorously, strawberry blond curls bouncing. “Doesn’t want to,” she declared, holding her towel tighter to her chest.
“She doesn’t want to,” Evelandel corrected, then shook her head to get herself back on topic, “And it doesn’t matter whether Anakarina wishes to bathe or not; she must.” She pointed at the bath again. “Now.”
“No. Krina is a princess, doesn’t have to bath.”
“Mama is also a princess,” Evelandel told her reasonably, though through a very forced smile, “and she bathes more often than Anakarina ever does.”
“Not bathing.” Anakarina shook her head again. “Papa bathed her yesterday,” she added as an afterthought.
The crown princess sighed heavily and raised one hand to her forehead. “Karina, Mama is rapidly running out of patience. Anakarina will have a bath whether she wishes it or not. Her only choice is whether it will be a hot bath, or a cold one.”
The two year old stood steadfast on the marble floor, crinkling her toes against the cold surface. Evelandel could tell she was getting cold, wearing nothing but the towel she still grasped to her chest, but she was a determined, stubborn little girl, and wasn’t about to admit defeat, especially not to Mama.
Evelandel sighed again, then strode across the floor to scoop her daughter up in her arms. Anakarina squealed and squirmed, pulling the towel over her soft strawberry-blond curls.
The crown princess cast her eyes skyward. She could remember Lynnlita when she’d gone through the bath-hating stage of her life, and to a lesser extent Amyrallyn. She hoped to the gods that she hadn’t been this bad with her mother.
She dumped the little girl in the bath, earning another yelp for her actions. “It’s cold, Mama,” the tiny princess complained, curling herself up into a ball.
“Well whose fault is that, then?” Evelandel said with a peaceful smile, turning around to get the soap and face washer.
There was a splashing sound from behind her, and she could feel water on her back. She froze and took in a deep breath to calm herself, before turning back to her daughter.
Anakarina was looking up at her cheekily, eyes wide as she peered up through her fringe with a giggle.
There were two angles Evelandel could take here. She could play along, splash back at her daughter, or enforce some discipline on the child and teach her to respect her elders. What did Mama do in this kind of a situation?
Finally she shook her head, a warm smile on her face. It didn’t matter what Mama would have done. Evelandel wasn’t in the mood for discipline right now.
“Ooh, Karina’s a naughty girl,” she teased, dropping to her knees beside the bath, then began attacking the little girl with the cloth. In the end, the most fun route was probably the quickest one to get the girl clean anyway.
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Date: 2006-02-07 08:08 am (UTC)Little children are so silly with their bath hating ways =3
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