Switched stocks again. I broke the ARC a few weeks ago during range time. Not sure how I broke it, it got stuck halfway when I was collapsing it. CS/Engineer at MVB said it was most likely due to part not being heat treated properly. Their CS was top notch, had it fixed the same day it got to them, shipped it out the same day, all for no cost to me. The total turnaround from me shipping it off and getting it back was one week.
The ten year old closed her eyes, her head on her pillow. They lived with the three others now. Syrac slept with their father in his room and Sirthus slept with Grainne in a separate room from them. Of course, Sirtha shared a room with Erie. They seemed to have gotten closer over the days. "Erie? Have you ever wondered what it's like to fall in love?" Only the ginger headed girl saw this curious, sincere side of her.
Erie hummed softly and looked over to her new friend’s bed, watching her with a soft smile. “Aye. I think abou’ i’ all the time… bu’ ’m sure tha’ we’ll know when i’ happens?” She smiled softly. “Papá says we ge’ tingles in our tummies an’ everything seems okay around tha’ person even when i’s nae.” She sighed dreamily.
Sirtha may have been fifteen, but she wasn't very social even in her own tribe. The pale blond stayed behind her mother, Syrac, as the woman led her <i>somewhere</i> she had no idea of. Her voice was nonexistent as her mother brightened upon seeing another woman, a rare smile crossing her lips as she tugged Sirtha to follow. The blond peeked around her mother, catching sight of another behind the other woman. She looked down once again as the two women, from different tribes, greeting eachother.
Ally’s own mother, Nakoma, had insisted on her daughter coming with her for a secret meeting. Her red eyes watched as a woman and her daughter met with her mother as she lounged up in a tree.
Syrac snorted and sipped at her sugar water, her hair messy and her nightgown wrinkled in places. "I told you it was going to happen sometime soon. I told you she was going to give in to the heat." The blond started, her own runes racing across her warm skin under her nightwear. Mornings and nights weren't a good time for someone in heat, especially when there were more than one person.
Celt chuckled softly and began massaging her inner thighs. “Aye, bu’ Tha’s okay. Grainne wanted i’. He has for a while.”
Syrac had shut herself in the study for a while, even having the audacity to shoo Celt out. Though, she didn't seem to be paying attention anymore, her wrist moving quick as she wrote across the paper, writing notes. Plus, she would rather not see anyone at that moment, considering her mating runes were acting up again.
Celt sighed and walked up to the door, opening up and walking in with a tray of her favorite food and drink, sitting it on top of the paper. “Love, ye have t’ ea’ a’ some poin’ t'day.”