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PostPosted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 1:07 pm 

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5 a.m.

The first sound of the day, or at least the first sound to penetrate Alexia's conscience, was the rooster's crowing. "Damn rooster", the young woman murmured, pulling her pillow over her head. It lasted only a few seconds, though. Despite being obviously grumpy and willing to sleep for a little longer, Alexia was soon sitting up. The first thing that hit her was the faint sunlight. It would apparently be a clear day. Second, was the second crowing of the rooster. Third, the impulse to find the rooster and kill it. Fourth, the already familiar pang of nausea. A deep sigh followed the onset of that feeling. "Oh, well... gotta start the day", Alexia muttered to herself, slipping out of bed.

"Honey, time to get up", she murmured groggily to Conor. It was an every day routine she had been since nearly nine years ago. She would wake up, wake Conor up, and then start her day. Once Thomas came along, waking him up became a part of the routine. It was an easy pattern to fall into, and Alexia really didn't mind being the first one up. It was something that felt right to her, that the woman should be up before the man and kids. Rubbing heir eyes and running her fingers through her messy mane, Alexia entered the bathroom for a shower. After a shower and brushing her teeth, she dragged herself out of the bathroom again and got dressed. "Ugh, gonna need new clothes soon", she muttered to herself.

As she was still barely awake - Alexia used to say she only woke up in full after the morning coffee -, Alexia was kind of oblivious to whatever was going on in the bedroom, just going through the usual motions on auto pilot. Keeping morning sickness in check also took a lot of attention and energy, leaving her a bit like a zombie shortly after getting out of bed. With a soft groan and muttering something like "I wanna sleep more" under her breath, Alexia made her way to Thomas' room, opening the door and looking down so she wouldn't step on his "guard chicken".

Stopping by the bed, she sat down and shook her son's shoulder softly. "Up, sleepy head", she murmured, yawning afterwards. "It's daylight already, sweetheart", Alexia completed, standing up and stretching a little. "Don't make me come back here and wake you up again, 'kay?", she still completed, before stepping out and moving towards the kitchen. The thought of making breakfast wasn't really attractive right now, but someone had to make it, and she didn't want mom to treat her any differently, so she'd better start working before Rose had a chance to get to the kitchen as well and take over.


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PostPosted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 2:25 pm 
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"And all is well in Messina."

David leaned back in the high backed leather chair, a slight squeak echoing through the mahogany desk and bookshelves and into the hall, the professor chuckling softly to himself as he leaned forward, closing the open tome in front of him. More than a few of his students had asked him about the overriding negativity that was built into Much Ado About Nothing, a rather well known Shakespearean comedy that was not known necessarily for negativity, but these select students were much more of the "literature tells us about the dark side of human nature" crowd and desired to have a discussion about the psychological ramifications of the play. With their next class just three days away(Wednesday morning classes brought out the best in people, didn't it?), David decided to get a jump on preparation now instead of waiting till the day before. There was a time when he could whip out a lecture on the spot without preparation, but works blended together now in his mind. Characters in Shakespeare would end up in the Victorian era along with Mark Twain and Hemingway. Maybe it was the mounting pressure that was being exerted by...

He could hear light footsteps, the sounds filtering through the open double wooden doors leading to his office. They faded after a few moments, David assuming that one of the women had risen. They tended to tread lightly in the morning, especially without coffee, yet Alexia seemed to need it more than Rose. His daughter would find a pot of coffee ready to drink, courtesy of his waking up about four this morning and not being able to fall back to sleep. It seemed like a crime to be awake at this hour on a Sunday morning, but then again, the farm didn't stop running on the weekends. They needed to do a few things in the barn before David could retreat to the couch and watch his San Diego Chargers destroy the Broncos(or so he hoped). Standing up, he extended his arms overhead, his back popping.

"Old." He mumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair before taking a left out of his office, passing two closed doors on his left before finding the open entrance way to the kitchen on his right, wondering who had taken up residence in the room.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:11 pm 
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Alistair was groggily tired, his late nights were beginning to catch up to him. He hadn't planned on getting out of bed just yet, but from the sound of the roosters had interrupted his dream about a celebrity he'd seen in a magazine or something along those lines. He pulled his eyelids open as though they were attached to weights, they were still heavy. The bright light that filtered in through the cracks in the curtains burnt his already tired eyes. He sleepily raised his arm and dropped it over his face, maybe more sleep would be possible he thought.

However, seemingly as though on cue as he began to drift off, the second rooster began to crow. He breathed in deeply and sighed. It was going to be a long day. He threw back the blanket just a little too over enthusiastically and it hit the curtain making that curtain dust float around the room. Coughing with the recent dust attack, he hauled himself into a sitting position. Hopefully he wouldn't wake the whole house with his coughing fit. After a minute or two it subsided and he stood up. His room was cold, but that was mostly how he liked it, but this morning it made him long for the warmth of his bed. Resigning himself to having to face the day he stretched out and wandered over to his wardrobe, pulled out a t-shirt and some jeans and chucked them on, pulling on the socks he wore yesterday, not really caring about the fact they were worn yesterday, he headed out of his room.

Hungrily, he headed downstairs and towards the kitchen, in hopes that he would find something he could use as breakfast. He knew the others were most likely already up and as fresh as daisies, he never knew how they did it. Getting up before 10 was normally a struggle for him. As he got to the kitchen he realized Alexia was already awake and in the kitchen getting ready for something or other he wasn't sure. He sort of teetered in the doorway, waiting for her to turn around, wondering if she'd heard him come in or whether it was going to give her a little scare seeing him standing there, looking like some what of a zombie.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 12:17 am 

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Rose was used to getting up early. The rooster hadn't woken her up; in fact, she was immune to its calls, now simply sleeping through them with ease. Instead, having grown up on a farm, she was all too familiar with being woken up in the wee hours of the morning, feeding chickens, mucking horse stalls, all in time to walk the half mile to her school's bus stop. Of course, that had been when she was younger, as she no longer had to catch that bus, but the principle was still the same. She didn't even need to do the chores she had normally done as a child and a teenager, seeing that their farm was now big enough for them to hire extra hands, but she found her ways to be useful when she could. Rose couldn't stand being idle, which was perhaps another reason why she woke so early. She didn't want to waste a precious second of her time on Earth, and her family knew it quite well.
Thinking of family, Rose rolled over to see that her husband,David, had already gotten up. She smiled fondly. She certainly lived in a house of early risers. Her daughter was probably already awake as well, which meant that Conor and Thomas would be following suit. The only wild card was Alistair, who seemed to enjoy sleep a little more than the rest of the crew. Rose swivelled her feet to land on the plush white carpet on her (the left) side of the bed. "Ooh," she muttered in mild surprise, not prepared for the cold that caused her to let out a twitchy shiver. Perhaps she would have David or Conor check the central heating when they got the chance. While Rose was a homemaker and also knew her way around farm equipment, home repairs such as plumbing and electrical had never really interested her, and later in life when she realized the skill would be useful, she was too busy to take up a class.
After readying herself for the change in temperature Rose stood, letting her silk nightgown flow down around her. She could feel that her hair was a mess, wavy and out of control, the bangs flattened to one side, but she would sort it out in a moment, in the en suite that attached to their room. For now she opened her glasses carefully and placed them on her face, pleased to see that the closer world was a little clearer now. She had had no difficulty seeing until she was around forty years old. With a quick visit to the optometrist her problems were solved. She would have preferred contacts, being as active as she was, but unfortunately they irritated her to the extreme, and she always had unpleasant feelings about things going near her eyes. The glasses made her feel old, but she would certainly rather be old than handicapped in any manner.
Rose was now able to see, and this allowed her to perform one of her morning rituals; turning on the radio that sat on her bedside table. The object also doubled as a no alarm clock, but that function was rarely used. It seemed like an old medium, with both her daughter and son constantly suggesting she move on to YouTube or iTunes to get music, but Rose refused to give in to her children. She would do the rest of her morning routine to the music of the radio (set to a classic rock station) before turning it off when she left. The song playing as she turned it on caught her ear, and she began humming the words quietly to herself. "...doesn't make a difference... make it..not, we've got each-other, and that's a lot.... Woaaah, livin' on a prayer..." Rose wasn't the best singer, but she wasn't normally too off key. She mostly resorted to humming, and only joined in on full blown singing when it was a complete family car karaoke, where her voice didn't stand out.
Rose started her morning with a usual ten minute stretching routine. She had constantly nagged David to join, but he always seemed to slip away from her grasp. As she placed two firm hands around the sole of her foot she considered asking him just one more time. It felt good to stay in physical shape, but it seemed that David liked to develop his mental strength more.
After her stretch Rose went to the closet that she and David shared. Despite Rose's weak interest in clothes, her part of the closet was still much Fuller than David's. She thought quickly about what she would wear before she grabbed a sea foam green blouse and grey skinny pants. She checked in the mirror a moment, thinking, before reaching for her jewelry box on the middle shelf of drawers in her cabinet and selecting a silver chain necklace with a pink rose charm on it. She liked to wear jewelry sometimes, but often ended up taking it off to work. The one piece of jewelry that never came off was her wedding ring, which was a plain white-gold band. Rose wasn't a fool, and hadn't chastised David for the simplicity of the ring, but was instead a little pleased. She had never wanted to base her marriage on possessions or wealth, and the ring was one of the sure signs of it.
Leaving the mirror, Rose turned to the bathroom to tame her hair and brush her teeth. She played briefly with the idea of having a shower, but then remembered her plans for the day and discarded the notion for a later time. Instead she focused her energy on the brown waves entangled around her head, using water to gently ease the hair back into it's more gentle state. Her bangs we're fixed with a quick brush through. She had kept side bangs for the longest time, but found a hair gel that kept bangs straight and full for months at a time, and decided to try it. Her family had been apprehensive about the new look at first, but eventually grew used to it.
After brushing her teeth Rose left the bathroom, hearing a series of coughs from down the hall of bedrooms that lead to the open kitchen and living room area. The cough sounded much like Alistair, and that cause Rose to be concerned. She would have been concerned no matter whom the cough had come from, but she could now at least confirm that the teen was up and possibly about. Although Rose didn't like to admit it, sometimes looking at Alistair was hard, especially when she had to look into his eyes. They we're all too familiar to her brother's, and it made her heart ache. But then she would focus on his hair, or his chin, some feature that was exclusively his own, and it would remind her that the boy was his own person. She remembered the day Alistair had been brought to their home. Little Alexia had not been pleased with the events at first, the tactless child announcing that a four-year-old was dumb and useless, but eventually free to appreciate her younger sibling. Alexia had matured over the years and wasn't quite as open to stating her mind all the time, but she still held that streak of bold honesty that surprised Rose on occasion.
Rose walked down the hall, her steps soft and slightly shuffling, as she was still fighting the last layers of sleep that would be cured with a cup of coffee. She considered popping in on her husband, who was more than likely in his study to her right, but she decided to leave him to his work. He wasn't very much fun when he began speaking of Shakespeare and Plato and them. Rose had left her education in the bin after high school, despite being a smart student. She had always felt more comfortable working at home and tending after the family and land, especially after her breakdown, which had definitely made some changes in the way Rose defined herself and her priorities. Sometimes she regretted not following through with her education, but most of the time she was perfectly happy with where she was.
A yawn escaped Rose's mouth as she entered the kitchen. She covered her mouth with her hand and closed her eyes, causing her to almost run into Alistair, who was standing in the doorway. "Good morning," Rose managed, wiping at the tears from her yawn with her hand, gently pushing her glasses out of the way. She shook her coffee-deprived head a little to focus, hair waves bouncing over her head, before she looked up to focus on Alistair's face. "I heard you coughing up a storm this morning," she commented, concerned, "are you okay?" Her voice was collected and pleasant, with the tone of someone who was listening to the other person even while speaking. She waited intently for Alistair's answer, finding a relaxed position of holding one wrist with her other hand. If she heard about the dusty state of Alistair's room she was sure to go into a frenzy.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rose spotted her next target, which was Alexia, who was in the kitchen with equipment and ingredients I hand. She would be sure to help her after she was done with Alistair, and by help she meant do all the work and let Alexia hold things. Rose meant to be a help, but her habit of gradually taking all of the tasks available was more often a hindrance, especially with the baby on the way. It seemed that Rose was more excited and nervous than the expecting woman herself. That was simply the way she was, and it was pretty certain that her family wouldn't have it any other way.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:56 am 
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Thomas’ dreams were vivid last night. Glares from mysterious blobs of figures all stabbed like metal spikes of guilt in his direction, Thomas situated in the centre of the school classroom as all eyes met toward him. “Now, dear Tommy, I want you to think very clearly...” A voice as clear as day to the boy rang through his mind. “Did you truly not flush the toilet before leaving it, all because you wanted to play before lunch break ended?” Thomas could feel his palms getting clammy, beads of sweat forming on his neck. “Well, um, uh, that is-!” His voice groaned and shivered in response to its owner’s fear; the boy absolutely detested the sound of it. Hearing the clip-clopping sounds of the teacher’s heels, notably like a horse’s canter, the boy didn’t dare to meet her face with his eyes. The teacher shook the student’s shoulder, and although such movement were coming from his mother in the real world, Thomas’ subconscious was too invested, completely under the trance of his memories made animate. “Do fess up, boy. Don’t make me come back ‘ere-”

Word after word, the sound slowly converted to mother’s tone.

“-and wake you up again, ‘kay?” The footsteps quietened. “Wait... What? Mrs K?” Thomas blurted and turned his head forward, blinked open his eyes in an attempt to see the face of his teacher... But his eyes met the face of a chicken.

“...AH! What happened to you?! Mrs K, I promise I’ll ne’er forget to flush again! It was an honest accident, I swear! I’ll figure out a way to undo your chickeness, please, oh please, don’t get cross!” This time, the words physically sounded from his pink lips, filling the once quiet and stilled air of his bedroom. As if trying to fumble out of his school desk and seat, dream-state Thomas faced the cruel reality as he found himself pressed against the cold bedroom floor, surrounded by smooth, plain bed sheets and comfy plaid pajamas. It surely was one way to wake up with a fresh start in the morning. “Oh, it’s just you, Poppy... You scared the livin’ daylights outta me.” His pet chicken simply stared at the boy, tilting its narrow head as if to mock him before burrowing its reddish-brown body into his arms. It took a few moments to fumble to his feet as everything appeared out of focus, crawling along the bedroom floor for a bit, practically swimming in his sheets, to finding his desk to grab hold of and finally pulling his body to stand upright. The slender digits on his hand moved along the wooden surface of the table, eventually finding his rectangular glasses. He slid them into place and the world around him felt defined. Clear. It had always been this way for Thomas, though the boy liked wearing his specs. He didn’t feel himself without them. Hastily popping on a blue denim shirt and brown pants that Alexia had picked out for him, he swooped Poppy into his arms and rushed out the door. Stroking the cooing bird’s soft feathers calmed him to a point, especially after his startling dream. It was based on a true story, after all.

Shuffling past the members of the family who had begun to settle in the kitchen, Thomas waddled out the back door and to the chicken coop, placing Poppy with the rest of her friends. “Don’t worry, I ain’t looking,” he smiled, turning around to let Poppy do her business without being watched. Thomas reckoned it was probably creepy, and perhaps rude to stare, since he wouldn’t want someone (or some-birdie) watching him, either. Enjoying the peace of the open land in its early hours, Thomas relished in the silence as he fiddled through the various chicken’s nests, gathering half a dozen eggs in his arms to carefully balance them back towards the kitchen. “Good morning~” He chirped to whoever heard as he entered the kitchen, “Can we have omelets for breakfast?” Eyes creased into smiles, he delicately rested the eggs on the kitchen counter and nodded to the people present, plopping into a chair beside the counter to listen in on their conversation.

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PostPosted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 2:43 pm 

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Conor woke to the gentle voice of his wife. He'd already been half awake, but he'd just been lying there enjoying listening to his wife's even breathing. This had been the way it had been since they had wed and Connor had moved from the loft that housed the farm hands over the barn to the main house where the family lived. Conor had always been up an hour or so before dawn. Yet he never really left his bed until dawn. Therefore he'd usually lay in bed with his eyes closed on his back listening to the sound of his family. Basking in the glory of having them in his life. He never got tired of the quiet simple life they had and never wanted more. He was a man in love and desired nothing more then to open his eyes to his wife every morning and give her a gentle smile. Like he did every morning. She woke him up and he turned around in bed to smile at her. "Good morning my beautiful love," he said, as he did every morning. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before she left the bed. Sighing he rose as well. Let the day begin.

Conor dressed quickly in overalls and a plain black t-shirt with a plaid overshirt tossed on, but left unbutton. He left the room before his wife had finished dressing and walked down to the barn. Making sure the farm hands were already up and about doing the work that needed to get done before breakfast. He headed out down through the barn checking that the stalls were all empty of the animals that were housed in the barn at night. Satisfied that the farm hands had emptied the barn of both themselves and the animals to begin morning preparation of feeding and watering the animals Conor grabbed the shovel and wheelbarrow.

In the few hours it took for the house to be ready and breakfast to be cooked Conor would clean the stalls and set out fresh hay. It had been his morning routine since long before he was married and he'd simply never stopped. He enjoyed the work and felt a genuine sense of peace. Unlike any of the others he wasn't very good with conversations or intelectual things. He was a working horse as he used to joke with David. He was made to work. That was simply who and what he was. The rhythmn of shovling **** from the floor of the barn into the wheelbarrow and scrapping the walls with a hard bristle brush to remove the mudd and other detritus from the dark red painted surface was something Conor could do even in the zombied pre coffee hours of morning. Once he was done all the stalls he dumbed the wheelbarrow in the manuer pile out back of the barn and headed back inside to start tossing down haybails. He paused on the roof looking down at his small son running out of the house with his chiken. A smile curved his lips.

He was so proud of Thomas, in Conor's eyes Thomas was the perfect child. His perfect son. Even though Conor could be tough on his son when the boy was misbehaving there was no doubt that Conor adored his son and would do anything for him. His son was his whole world. Leaning against the open doorway he watched his child gathering eggs and couldn't help the pride glowing from him. Thomas was proving to be quite a good farmer. Something that made Conor very proud. When Thomas headed back towards the house no doubt to ask for omelets Conor returned to his work. Tossing down hay bails from the upper loft into the floor of the barn and then dragging them into the stalls. One bail per stall.

Finally done and satisfied that the barn was clean and set for the evening. He left the main doors open so that fresh air would flow through it he headed up towards the house. Leaving his boots on the front porch where they always stayed he made his way to the busy kitchen. Mostly so he could help the woman by removing the children, yes Conor still thought of Alistair as a child, from the kitchen to leave the woman work. There was a woodstove to light and wood to bring in something Thomas and Alistair could help with. Intent on gathering the children he paused just outside the kitchen doorway to watch the play of life on the farm inside the busy room.

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Alexia took a deep breath when she reached the kitchen. The scent of the coffee made her eyes widen a little, and the young woman sighed in pleasure. Filling a cup, she added just a little sugar and took a sip. "Thanks, dad", Alexia murmured. She knew mom's and dad's coffee apart, and if she were to be honest, David's coffee was more to her liking - not that she would ever dream of telling mom that. Standing in the kitchen, Alexia could hear the sounds around her. The day was starting, and the farm would soon be running as usual. Life didn't stop on Sundays, after all. Another sip later, and she placed the mug on the sink, starting to move around. Breakfast wouldn't make itself, and people would start swarming to the kitchen soon.

And as she imagined, it didn't take long until Alexia had company, she notice as she turned around for a fork. Alistair looked... well, like he hadn't really woken up yet, but who was she to talk? She was only now getting her wits about her, after some coffee, after all. "Morning, Ali", she greeted, yawning afterwards.

Before Alexia could say anything more, she saw Rose and had to control herself not to groan. Great. She hadn't even had a chance to start breakfast and now mom would probably try to take over. And probably succeed, naturally. It seemed like it was impossible to tell Rose no once she had made up her mind. And Alexia wasn't exactly the most easy-going person alive. It was a powder keg waiting to explode, or at least it was what it felt like for the younger part of the duo.

Luckily for Alexia, her son's presence eased the atmosphere a little. At least for her. Watching as he walked outside with Poppy, the woman smiled and sighed. She was a deeply loving mother, even with all of her flaws, and could never be accused not to love her son. When he came back in, Alexia ruffled his hair as soon as she could reach it. "Morning, love", she replied to his greeting, nodding when he spoke about omelets. "Sounds great". Stopping her preparations for a moment, Alexia walked up until she was behind her son's chair and kissed the top of his head a few times before getting the water running to wash the eggs. Noticing Conor's presence, Alexia shook her head. Breakfast wasn't even ready yet and he was already up and running, as usual. It had always been like this, right? Sighing happily, her mood picking up for no apparently reason, Alexia started cracking eggs into a bowl and turned to Rose. "Would you like to help me, mom?", she asked, peeking at Thomas and completing. "As for you, did you come across grandpa? I'm sure he's already up, somewhere around the house".


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He had managed to stay out of sight for the most part, the gradual influx of kitchen citizens approaching from the other entrance way a few feet to the left. Their gaits ranged from moderately awake to zombie-like(Alistair). It was rather amusing to watch the family dynamic this early in the morning. It put the varied characteristics of each family member on display in an almost an exaggerated matter. Alexia's take-charge approach, Rose's desire to encroach on Alexia's take-charge approach(it wasn't too bad, but Alexia's teenage years were much more turbulent. He was more of an ambassador between two warring countries than a father and husband for seemingly an eternity), Thomas' innocent requests coupled with his pet chicken.

Pet. Chicken. Never thought he would put those two words together.
The farming life.

He chuckled lightly to himself just as he heard Alexia ask if "grandpa" was up. Another thing he never thought he would hear. It was such an amazing thing. His parents talked about becoming grandparents. It was a privilege reserved for those older than he, a right of passage. He didn't FEEL like he had achieved the right, yet here he was, a glowing, bright boy that had all the potential in the world.

David approached Thomas from behind, placing a gentle hand on his grandson's shoulder.
"Grandpa is indeed 'up', as you call it." He looked down at his grandson with a genial smile, a playful glimmer in his eye.
"Good request for breakfast, Tommy. I think you read my mind." He patted his shoulder before moving to his wife, planting a kiss on the side of her head before asking:
"Anything I can do to help or will I just get in the way at this point?" He glanced over at his daughter, nodding to himself. She was handling herself quite well, even with the second child. He remembered a few weeks ago when she was stricken with some kind of bug that had her sidelined for...a week? A few days? It was more than twenty four hours and that got him worried. Of course, his paternal instincts amplified the concern. Rose continually told him that she would be fine, but that didn't stop him from making tea for her or popping in every so often to read her selections from her favorite books. She may be a fully grown, married adult AND parent, but in his mind he'll always see that beautiful little girl roaming the fields, overalls and pigtails completing the picture.
"I can cook, you know." He gave his wife a playful nudge.
"You didn't marry me just because of my dashing good looks."

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Alistair looked at his sister, even though she was technically his cousin, they'd grown up together, so might as well have been siblings. As she greeted him he just sighed and shook his head.
"I wish you wouldn't call me that, I'm not a little kid anymore Alex" He replied a little childishly and stuck his tongue out at her, sometimes acting his age was a little out of his capacity. He knew she'd probably take light of what he was saying as he realized she could have taken it a little like he was having a go at her, but he dismissed the thought as soon as it had arrived. His sleepy brain was too tired to process anything more right now.

Before he said anything more though, Rose had entered the kitchen, and Alistair realized it would probably be a good idea to move out of the doorway before he got in everyone's way. When she confronted him about the coughing fit he'd had when he'd woken up, he hesitated for a moment. Considering telling her what actually happened, but knowing that would send her into a frenzy he decided against it. Even though he disliked deceiving his family, he knew sometimes it just couldn't be helped.
"Yeah, just a dry throat, it's nothing serious, no need to worry about it" He eventually replied, hoping that she wouldn't cotton on to what he was hiding from her, but sometimes needs must.

Alistair wasn't keen on the idea of omelette for breakfast, but he also wasn't rude, so would just eat what was given to him, that was what was expected of him and of course how he was raised. For the most part though, he didn't understand how everyone was this wide awake at such early hours of the morning. Most weekend mornings he would rarely be out of bed before 10am even though he'd been raised here, it just wasn't in his nature. Sometimes, he felt like he didn't belong. As he watched the family go about their morning, with smiles and such, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness somewhere deep inside. Even though he'd only been really small when his real parents had died, and didn't remember much about them aside from the stories he'd been told, he missed them dearly sometimes and it made him feel a little lost. Trying to shake the feeling away for a little longer, he just lent against the wall and watched the others mill about the kitchen doing their own little things.

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Rose narrowed her eyes slightly at Alistair's response, examining his eyes and posture. She wasn't keen on being lied to, but she simply let out a small sigh and smiled. It wasn't a big deal any way, so she would let the answer slide for now. He would give her a proper answer if it was important, surely. That's the way Rose was, rarely prying unless she felt someone was in danger.
As she spoke, Thomas walked past intently, with his ever-present companion Poppy. The love the boy had for his chicken was a bit strange to Rose, as when he was a child she had quickly adapted to the system of not becoming attached to the livestock. Not that she didn't have compassion, especially for the horses, but how she grew up, even the egg laying chickens and milk cows were disposed of some way or another when their time was up. It was the simple cycle of things that Rose hoped Alexia would eventually enlighten her son with; it was too tough a topic for the grandmother to deal with. Grandparents were meant to be the more relaxed ones, giving treats and playing when the parents had neither the time nor the patience. Rose wasn't much of a disciplinarian so the role fit her just fine, if made her feel a bit old. David had always been more sensitive about the aging thing than she, after all. Whenever Alexia or Alistair had crossed the line as children she would hand them off to David for the more stern punishment. She was more of a nurturer and counselor; she never wanted to upset her children, which perhaps, in a way, made her a bit of a lax parent. Rose fit the stereotype of the mother that was was asked all of the questions, while the father was asked only one question: 'where's mom?' Of course, Alexia and Alistair didn't fear or love their father any less because of this. He was the one who helped them learn, both practically and educationally.
Thomas left the kitchen through the creaky side door that led in to the yard before returning, chicken assumedly deposited with the rest of her friends in the chicken coop and replaced with an assortment of eggs. Rose had at first worried that the stress of being picked up and moved around often would affect Poppy's ability to lay eggs, but the chicken continued to be healthy, and lost no feathers. At least Thomas was learning the responsibility of taking care of another creature. The bond between boy and chicken was similar to Rose's with her horses. He was likely to make a dutiful father, taking care of his children the way he loved Poppy. Rose smiled at the thought of something so far into the future. Thomas, settling down with a girl? The thought was a bit ridiculous. He was sweet, but romance was surely a ways away. At eight years old herself, Rose had had no interest in boys. Only one in her high school years had caught her attention, and that hadn't worked out.
As she thought Conor slid in to the room with a kind of quiet sentiment. He had been in the barn, as per usual, confirmed by the slight smell that came off of him. It wasn't an unpleasant one, but it still brought Rose back to the barn, and to her lusitano-quarter horse, Puddle. Somewhat of a strange name for a horse, originating from the sorrel's love of rain and puddles, unlike any other horse Rose had taken care of. She was reminded to ask Conor if he had noticed the possible crack in Puddle's hoof wall. She decided that she would mention it to him later. For now he could enjoy the company of his wife(and Rose's daughter). Rose had been quick to approve of their relationship and eventually, union, unlike the slightly more cautious David. He had been slow to open up to Rose at first in their own relationship, and Rose had had the patience to let it go at their own pace, which was one of the reasons they fit so well together. Conor and Alexia seemed to balance each other as well, his steady calmness to her sometimes erratic behaviour. He kept her grounded. Alexia also had some traits Conor could learn from too, like her outgoing manner to bring him out of his reserved shell. Rose also didn't mind the fact that Conor was now a member of the family and didn't require pay to work around the farm, but she would never say that out loud. When he did especially tedious jobs Rose would hand him a cheque out of simple politeness.
"Would you like to help me, mom?" The question came from Alexia, who was currently cracking eggs neatly into a bowl for omelettes, by suggestion of Thomas. Rose brightened, excited to have been asked for assistance. She was a strong believer in 'many hands make light work', and their kitchen was a decent enough size that four people could work comfortably.
As she prepared to bustle over and begin cutting peppers to give the omelettes some pizzazz, she felt the draft from a door being opened, accompanied by the faint smell of paper and citrus. David. He appeared behind her, making a few quips in response to Tommy's use of the word 'up' and the excellent suggestion of omelettes for a morning meal before giving Rose a quick kiss on the cheek and asking her if she herself wanted assistance. His humor brightened her day just that little bit more. She herself wasn't the best with jokes, but could laugh like no other.
"No, that was just a special bonus," Rose responded, barely containing a grin as she reached around his shoulders to gave him a return kiss, skewing her glasses. She backed out, adjusting her spectacles and replying to his original question. "You can cook the bacon. We'll make deluxe omelettes this time around." Deluxe omelettes were like regular omelettes, but packed with added ingredients such as peppers, bacon, spices, and mushrooms. The perfect breakfast to a so far perfect day.

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As soon as his hair was ruffled, the curls lightly bounced back into place; the boy pushed his frames further up the bridge of his nose to observe Alexia’s soft expression, bringing a smile to Thomas’ lips in exchange. “‘Ello, ma,” Thomas huffed as she walked around him, rising his shoulders and squinting as soon as his mother sweetly kissed his mop. Although the gesture attempted to convey that he wasn’t too keen on displays of affection toward him, the boy secretly adored the motherly comfort she seemed to exude. It eased him into every day, assured him that he was on the right track, told him he was a valid member of the family despite his blindfold of youth, obscuring him of the spanning view of life that adults knew all too well. When 'Mom' retreated back to the counter, a familiarly broad hand could be felt on Thomas’ shoulder, its warmth bringing a stern yet soft sort of vibe that could only be exposed by Grandpa David. “Mornin’, Grandpa~ Doesn’t mom and Grandma Rose make the best eggs? Besides the chooks, of course.” Thomas tilted his head back to gaze upon the classic, solemn but glistening eyes of his elder, admiring his wise eyes that seemed to tell stories to Thomas, when peered into them.

After David moved away, Alistair, standing lone against a wall of the room, caught Thomas’ eye. He promptly hopped out of his chair to walk to him. “Uncle Al! Uh, can I call you that? It’s got a nice ring to it, heh.” Thomas admitted, realising after overhearing the young adult’s statement that he didn’t seem so keen on nicknames. Alistair had always been apart of the family for as much as Thomas knew. No one really talked to Thomas about how Alistair wasn’t technically related by blood, or as to how he got here - Alistair to Thomas just was a sweet and polite uncle. He, as much as every single other person, was family; perhaps not talking about the past was a good thing for Thomas. It wasn’t really anything he needed to know about at this time anyway, as well as the fact that the child’s impression of him was never skewed or his tender actions to him subconsciously different. “You’ll feel better after a spot of breakfast, I think.” Thomas comforted, raising a hand in expectance of receiving a high-five. High-fives always cheered people up, according to school children.

At the sound of Rose announcing there to be ‘deluxe omelets’ taking place that morning, Thomas beamed with a satisfied ‘yesssss~’, spinning on his heels to grin at Rose. “I’ll be in charge of my toast!” He finally declared, happily walking to the bread drawer and retrieving the family-renowned homemade bread, a special recipe, one that many would travel to their humble farm for. Taking two pre-cut slices, before anyone could protest, Thomas stood on his tip-toes, popped the slices into the kitchen toaster... And stared. Propped his head with his arms on the counter and stared the machine down.

He eyed the bread being tainted by fire as though it were being toasted through the intense beams supposedly radiating out of his own eyes. Stareeeeeeee-

The boy almost went cross-eyed before the toaster finally released the loaf slices, the soothing smell of cooked flour wafting through the breezy air of the room. Although it being a bit too early to make toast before the eggs were even made, he placed them on a plate and moved to the dining table, resting the plate on his usual part of the gathering place; at the end, on the left hand side. His little campaign completed, he turned around with a sheepish smile to notice Conor right behind him, by the kitchen doorway. “Ah, hey, morning Dad. How’s the barn?” Thomas waved, looking up at his father with warm eyes. He adored his father’s strong and practical attitude, even if he could seem harsh at times. But then again, his strict teachings would only ever come with a valuable lesson, often moral lessons that had built Thomas into the open and caring person that he were today. The boy had an attitude that could have only been adopted from the best of influences.

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Conor finally made it all the way into the kitchen and poured himself a strong cup of coffee taking stock of everything going on around him. As he opened the fridge to get out the milk he noticed how low the container was. Sighing slightly he poured just a touch into his cup and closed the door. Leaning back against the doorway, out of the way of the women working and watched his son. A light smile curved his features with pride. His eyes sparkled.

“The barn is good, I think you’re going to be able to help me saddle up the horses so we can go down to the brook today, what do you say?” Conor asked his son with mischief in his eyes. Of course his offer went out to the whole family to join him on the ride down and a lovely picnic for lunch. That really was what he was asking.

“How about you make toast for everyone love,” Conor said after a pause. He walked up to his son and gave him a tight embrace before ruffling his hair. He looked over to Alistair and said, “were low on milk, you want to help me bring some up from the barn?”

There was a large steel container that the majority of the milk the farm produced was stored in between pick up. When the large truck came to get the milk and bring it away. Another source of income for the family and Conor did love milking the cows. There wasn’t much of farming that Conor didn’t like. It was more home to him than anywhere else had ever been. Conor truly loved the farm. Every inch of it and every aspect. It was perfection. Simple and above all else it was home to him. There was nothing he couldn’t do here. Nothing complicated and hard that made him feel inadequate. It was simply the best place for him.

He belonged here. This was his family. Everyone one of them. He loved the life he had and he loved everything about it. The work and the simplicity of farm life. He didn’t know where he’d be if it hadn’t been for the farm. It was as much integral to his life as his wife and son.

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Alexia couldn't help but smile watching the whole family interacting. It was a great feeling, and always put her in a good mood. Thomas was, very obviously, the center of her world as of now. Conor was close to it, but she shared a bond with her son that nothing could be compared to. Then came the others - dad, mom and Ali. With a happy sigh, Alexia looked outside at the clear skies. It would be a perfect day.

A broad smile came to her lips when she saw David, and she greeted him with a cheerful "Morning, Dad", as usual. She would have moved in for a hug, but breakfast wouldn't cook itself. And if she put the bowl down, Alexia could bet Mom would pick it up and not let her carry on. She shook her head to herself. Dad was usually the one who freaked out whenever she felt anything, but Mom was really getting under her skin with her tendency to take over on almost everything she found her daughter doing. Alexia couldn't remember her freaking out so much when she was pregnant with Thomas, but tried to shrug it off. She would calm down soon, hopefully.

She hadn't taken issue with Alistair's response to her. She had only smiled and replied "You're still my kid brother. Deal with it, Ali", and shown him a tongue back. Despite the fact that she knew that they were biologically cousins, Alexia felt much more as a sibling to Alistair now than when they were growing up. She knew now that he had lost his parents, and felt for him. Looking at Rose and David, Alexia felt herself tear up a little with the thought of losing one of them. It was probably this thought that made her be a little more relaxed about mom taking over the breakfast plans and assigning dad a task as well. She smiled fondly at both parents and resumed work. Deluxe omeltets it is, Alexia thought to herself.

Her attention shifted to Thomas then, as he prepared his toast. She chuckled softly. He was so adorable. Alexia knew that he was growing up fast, but she still felt like he was her cuddly child. She loved giving him hugs, and the hair-kissing was already a daily ritual she happily did. And despite the squinting and an occasional "maaaa!", she was pretty sure Thomas liked it as well, and probably looked forward to it every morning.

Shifting her attention to Conor - she had picked up on his scent before even seeing him -, Alexia watched his interaction with Thomas. The idea of a ride down to the brook for a picnic was exciting, and Alexia's mind already started making plans. Maybe they could bake banana bread for it, after breakfast, and make a pot of fresh coffee right before leaving. "A picnic sounds great, honey", she stated, finishing beating the eggs and setting them aside to start working on some other part of the process. Going for the mushrooms while mom took care of the peppers, she started working on them and looked up at David. "Dad, will you bring me some stuff next time you go out on the city?", she asked, minding her fingers so she wouldn't get cut. "I can make you a list, or I might as well meet you there and we can go together, your call, really".

Alexia didn't really like leaving the farm. Her life was there, and it was where she felt safe and comfortable. She would only go out when strictly necessary, and spend as little time there as possible. It was too much. Too much noise, too many people, too much of a change from the quiet of the farm.


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"Fair enough. I suppose bacon wouldn't be too hard of a challenge." He walked to the fridge, weaving past his grandson's bold movements to the toaster, Conor and Alex's conversation and the rather zombified Alistair, who still managed to exclude himself from familial conversation. He was introspective, a "quiet soul". David could respect that, although he hoped that the boy could somehow involve himself with them. As he opened the door to the fridge, he popped his head out to address Alistair:
"I assume that even in your half-dazed state you can help an old man with a favor, yes?" He retrieved bacon from the meat drawer before shutting the door.
"Later today, I need you to read something. Nothing too intensive, no talking involved, just reading something I think you'll find interesting." He gave Alistair a smile before moving to the stove, reaching behind him to retrieve a cast iron skillet that had been placed out by one of the women(bless them), placing it on the stove. Opening the package, he looked to his daughter with a teasing smile:
"Baby, I would hardly call it a city. It's more of a quaint town with the occasional passer-by." He placed the strips one by one, calling out to Tom:
"And yes, grandchild of mine, I AM making your bacon the way you like it. And before you ask, I read minds. Grandfather powers." He gave Alex a wink, letting the meat cook for a moment. He then looked to his wife, asking:
"Do you need me around this morning or am I to be given the boon of watching my Chargers? We have a chance to get to five hundred this season! Five hundred! That's a miracle." An idea dawned.
"Well, wait, scratch that. Why don't I take Alex with me to San Batista? It's a short drive and we need supplies anyway. Besides, you know I need someone to remind me what I need to get." Grabbing a nearby spatula, he flipped the bacon.
"Unless we can let the kids go off and do their thing while we go into town? Call it a...date?" He asked laughingly.

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Alistair watched as Thomas came over to him, seemingly just as awake and chirpy as the others when he called him Uncle Al, he couldn't help but give a glimpse of a smile play at the edges of his lips.
"Sure Kid, don't see why not" He replied softly, when he mentioned about feeling better after breakfast, he knew he probably had a point, he'd began to get fairly hungry by this time. As the child put his hand up for a high 5, Alistair met Thomas' hand with his. Watching as the boy then went off to do something else, seemingly a little more cheered after getting his high 5. He was mindlessly listening to what everyone said, but most of the time, unless someone questioned him directly, he'd not speak up, he'd just stand there and listen. It was how he preferred things.

His mind had wandered slightly to other things, but was snapped back to the morning in the kitchen when Conor had asked him about milk.
"Can do" he replied, wondering on when exactly Conor would want him to help fetch milk from the barn, as much as he didn't mind helping out, and he would, most of the time Alistair would have rather have been doing other things. He loved his life on the farm, but it wasn't his calling like it was to Conor. But, he did admire how much the others loved the farm and working it.
Alistair ignored the remark from Alexia about him still being her kid brother, he realized to her, he'd never be a grown up, just a little kid. But, that didn't really bother him all too much.

Alistair had gone back to his thoughts, thinking about everything that had been going on outside of the family life, which really for him wasn't as much as it had once been, he'd recently had a falling out with a good friend of his, even though he wouldn't mention anything to his family... he missed going out. When he heard David's voice inquire about him doing a favour, something about reading something. Alistair thought about it for a moment, he said it wasn't going to be anything to long, so what harm could it do, he needed to get back into his reading. He kinda missed it in a way, he'd been distracted and hoped maybe this would help him.
"Sure can do" Alistair replied to David whom had moved on telling Thomas about his psychic mind-reading powers as a grandfather, it had made him chuckle deep down. Even though he didn't really get involved in the kitchen business, he enjoyed watching everyone doing things, and just watching them work so well together, he hoped one day, that if he had his own family, they'd run this well together.

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Rose looked down at Thomas, grinning at his earnest happiness. He was, in Rose's mind, the perfect age. Sometimes she wished that Alistair and Alexia could have stayed that age forever, but it was a selfish thought. Alexia had already grown up, met someone she loved, and started a family, and Alistair was sure to find someone or something he was passionate for. Rose simply hoped that they would continue to rely on her, no matter what age they were. She loved being a mother almost as much as she loved the children themselves.
Tasks were already being assigned this morning. There were always many jobs to do around the farm, and although they had a few farm hands, a lot of the work was done by the family. Rose had been full of tears during the later months of her pregnancy with Alexia, knowing that she wasn't able to help out in the capacity she felt she should. Uselessness was not a feeling she enjoyed.
Rose followed her obedient husband's steps into the kitchen, being sure to stay out of Alexia and Thomas' way in the process. Their kitchen was large enough to support this amount of people, thankfully. Rose would have taken the farm regardless of kitchen size. Heck, if the land hadn't had a house on it, she would have built one with her bare hands. She knew, when she married David, that she might have been taken away from the farm life that she loved so much. It had been her greatest fear when they were dating, that he would leave to some fancy big city, and she would be too scared to follow. When he proposed, Rose finally realized the truth; she would follow him anywhere.
Filled with pleasant, romantic memories, Rose selected a knife from one of the many drawers and grabbed a cutting board. A short rummage in the fridge, and she was armed with green and red peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms, and garlic cloves. Most of the vegetables and fruit they had was from their own farm, or from the farmer's market, where they also occasionally sold their bulk produce.
As Rose began to slice the pepper with vigour, she overheard Conor and Alexia mentioning a ride and picnic. "That sounds like a great idea," she said thoughtfully, pausing in her cutting, "the weather has been so nice today, and there are some jumps still set up in the meadow if anyone wants to do some horse play." The idea of riding made her pleased, and Conor hadn't mentioned anything about Puddles. Usually her son-in-law had a keen eye for things like hoof cracks, so she was pretty sure that her horse was fine.
Rose chuckled at Alistair's willingness to what was asked of him with his trademark phrase of "can do". She was proud to have raised him in such a way that he wasn't afraid to shirk away from work. She had always wished that Alistair had been old enough to remember his biological father. Sometimes she missed her brother's sharp attitude and good advice.
Rose listened to David consider his options. "We haven't really gone out, just us, in a while..." she mused, moving on to the other pepper, "and plus I can keep you in line." While David had good intentions, sometimes Rose had to make sure he remembered what he was doing. A grocery list David could easily lose or forget; his wife, not so much. Rose turned to Alexia. "What kind of supplies did you need, sweetheart?"

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Thomas tilted his head back to look up at his father. For a moment, Thomas glazed over his stunning amber eyes before reflecting the excitement that Conor had prompted out of him. “Really? Cool!” Thomas really appreciated horses, especially considering how keen Grandma Rose seemed whenever the topic was mentioned in past discussions between them. Riding horses, although daunting and uncomfortable to Thomas, seemed fun when someone experienced dashed about the large acres of the farm; Thomas thought that perhaps the technique was something that one had to get used to. They were affectionate creatures, however, as Thomas found them rather responsive to being pet, even if the child was so short he could limbo under some of the creatures without them knowing. Nodding at Conor’s piece of instruction, he spent the next few moments toasting ten more slices of bread; two for each person.

Indulging in the sounds of chatter, the clattering of cookware and the soft thumping of vegetables against wooden chopping boards, Thomas’ days were always spent amongst the company of large numbers, just like this. Briefly glancing towards the aptly named (and Alistair-high-five-approved) Uncle Al, Thomas hummed a playful tune to himself. Today was looking promising, even more so after his mother and grandmother replied approvingly regarding taking the horses out for a ride and a nice picnic. The weather outside, as the sky brightened with each passing moment, seemed pleasant, too. Above all, rainy days were never terribly exciting to Thomas. He found pleasure through adventuring, feeling the warmth of the sun, exploring the wildlife... Even if it left him running back to Ma, tearful, with a nasty insect bite. Whenever one particular bee-bite memory was brought up amongst the family, the huffed reply followed by the child: ‘it wasn’t my fault, that bee was invading our private property! I was just escorting him out and he DIED on me! Rude, huh?’

A few staring competitions against the toaster passed before Thomas produced the soft, pillowy toast onto a small serving plate. Grabbing a tub of butter and a knife from the fridge on his way to the homey dining table, he rested the food in the centre of the table. As morning routine, Thomas begun setting up the table for the family, initially placing down six plates, six sets of cutlery and finally pouring a glass of water for each member, additionally placing the usual jug of water on the table. Thomas stared at his arrangement, tilting his head like an artist with a still life composition.

“Ah ha,” Thomas finally muttered to himself, realising what was missing. He begun to shuffle the glasses of water around. As each glass had different amounts of liquid poured into them, Thomas thought it suitable to arrange each leveled glass according to the different levels of height in the family, as the particular child he was. Whilst caught in such a conundrum, he heard Grandpa call out to him, concerning bacon. Snapping his head to David, Thomas’ eyes widened. His mouth opened to speak openly, a smile backing up his words. ‘I knew Grandpa was secretly a wizard,’ Thomas giggled at the imagery in his mind of his sharp elder wearing a long purple gown, donning a wooden staff and a long, trailing beard. Such musings occupied the kid’s mind as he finished up with the table.

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Conor could see his wife’s mind already spinning with plans for their picnic and he felt truly happy to have suggested it. She needed a break and relaxation from the every day and it would do them good. He always enjoyed the horse ride down and therefore he was very excited of the prospect himself. Especially since he would get a chance to teach Thomas some new things while they were out there. There was always something new to teach his son. Conor didn’t like the prospect of his wife going into town alone, but had to remind himself she wouldn’t be alone she would be with her father. He refrained from commenting but barely. He didn’t want her to think his concern was his trying to control her, so he didn’t state his feelings in the mater even though she would know that he did not like town.

“Rose you know you are always welcomed to join us,” Conor said to her, but as David spoke he figured that she would choose to go to town with her husband. Something that didn’t bother Conor in the least. His offer was there, but he’d never been one to force anyone to join. He was simply happy to be with his wife and son as he was to be with everyone. These were the people Conor loved and cherished and so long as every one of them was happy so was he.

Conor leaned down and whispered to his son, “the secret is to have some apple slices, that will make all the difference to how well behaved the horses are,” he said as if imparting a great secret to his child. He gave a bright smile that lighted his face before he straightened back up and watched as his son began to prepare breakfast toast for everyone. He truly loved his child and would do anything for him. He took such great joy in all his simple actions that it made Conor feel as though all he knew here was joy with his family.

Dismissing these thoughts with ones of a much happier nature involving the picnic and the day ahead of them Conor walked over to Alistair and set his and down on his brother’s shoulder, he’d always liked Alistair thinking him a younger brother to be mentored, but then again for Conor that was pretty much few words and a lot more work then anything else. He had no doubt he probably annoyed the kid with how much tasked him with around the farm. Yet he always tried to make sure that Alistair had all the free time a young man needed to do things with his friends. Every young man should work, but they should also have free time to enjoy life while they were young. It was something that had always been lacking in Conor’s life before the farm. The steady rhythms of work and play mixed together in a perfect balance and it was something he hoped to give to his own son. He gave Alistair’s shoulder a pat before going through the kitchen doorway and back down the hall. Pulling on his boots on the porch and tracking out the barn. He had no doubt that Alistair would grab the box of empty milk bottles on his way out. He’d trained him well after all, Conor thought with a light smile.

The track down to the barn and gathering a few jugs of milk wouldn’t take them long, but they would be done just as breakfast was finished cooking. Conor had timed this in his mind before. He might not be good at math, reading, writing or any of them intellectual pursuit but he was not a stupid man either. Conor looked over at Alistair and asked, “what of you Alistair will you be joining us for the picnic or shall you be going to town with Rose and David? Perhaps meeting up with friends?” He was trying to make small conversations with him as he walked, something that hard for Conor, but that he always tried to do.

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Alexia smiled again watching her family. She felt like telling each and every one of her family members how much she loved them and giving them each a big hug. Chuckling a little, Alexia shook her head. 'I'm getting really emotional, apparently', she thought to herself. Another smile came to her lips when Dad started trying to engage Alistair. She would really hope he would get more involved with the family, but tried to respect his space. Turning to David, Alexia chuckled softly. "It's big enough of a city for me, Dad", she replied. "Your fault for raising me here". She was obviously teasing. Alexia loved the life in the farm, and had naturally left it to go to school. It was just her nature that fit better with the quiet of the farm than the ways of a town, no matter how small.

After a brief moment of feeling a bit down, her mood picked back up again and Alexia resumed work on cutting the mushrooms. She had to admit it was a good feeling to have almost everything in their kitchen having been produced in their own land. It made her proud. That farm was definitely the center of her life and she couldn't live anywhere else. "No horse play for me, but you all can and should enjoy it", Alexia replied to Rose's suggestion. She then went on to complete with the supplies she needed. "I think cotton balls for the home pharmacy, rubbing alcohol, and some fabric for new dresses. If you find dark green wool, maybe some as well, mom. I want to make a new sweater for Thomas, he's already growing out of his current one".

Feeling a bit more cheerful than usual now, with the idea of working on new clothes for herself and Thomas, Alexia looked outside. Mom was right, it would be a beautiful and sunny day. And it looked like the picnic would be only herself, Conor and Thomas, and maybe Alistair, if they could convince him. Alexia knew better than to try and drag her little brother out of the house when he didn't feel like going, but she would have enjoyed the company. And she felt secretly guilty for not having been as kind and welcoming as she should have when he joined the family. Well. That was water under the bridge now, no good in dwelling in the past, Alexia reminded herself.

Shaking her head, she finished chopping the mushrooms and set them aside, checking to see what else was still left to do. For no reason, she commented, while walking towards Rose. "Mom. Dad. I just... thanks. You know, for raising us here, in this place. I... don't know, I just feel like I could never live anywhere but here", she stated, trying not to tear up. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what came over me. But I wanted you guys to know I appreciate everything". Giggling a little, Alexia looked around for something to do. "Oh, well. Back to work before the boys come back with the milk and we haven't made any progress".


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Alistair sighed and decided it was time to do something after all and followed Conor into the hall. Pulling on his leather boots and lacing them up, even though he was still kind of in his pajamas, he headed into the little room where they put the empty bottles to be refilled when they went to collect the milk. He wasn't really into the whole farm thing, sure he'd grown up there but he wanted to go onto bigger things one day. Shake the dust of the small town off his feet and really make a mark on the world. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do. But it didn't involve staying on the farm forever. He walked out the porch door and made his way down to the barn to help Conor get the milk. It wasn't that he minded helping, he just would for the most part be doing something else. The others seemed so excited about this picnic and although he would have rather be going out with his friends, his current predicament meant that wouldn't be an option, so he might as well go with them instead of moping about the house all day. He thought to himself, losing himself in thought as he made his way down to the barn, box of milk bottles in hand.

Once he got to the barn he set the box of empty milk bottles down and looked over to where Conor was stood.
"What would you prefer that I did first?" Alistair questioned softly, even though for the most part he didn't really talk a lot, when he did it was always so cool and soothing almost with a tone that could soften the hardest surface. He always sounded eloquent, even when he shortened his words and sentences down like most boys his age. He brought his thoughts back to the moment in had and looked around, the day was already starting to heat up and the sun was already beaming. The others were right, it was going to be a nice sunny day. He watched the way Conor got everything ready, he never knew how he did it with such ease. Alistair had tried a couple of times but for the most part he just ended up making a mess of things.

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