Icy took a seat on the edge of her bed. Honestly she had no clue where to start with this baby. with the potion she decided.
"Darcy, you want to get me the potion ingredients?" Icy asked.
"Not really." Darcy answered but did so anyhow.
"Can you watch Lucile while I make it?" She requested.
"I can do it." Duman replied.
"Why is he still here?" Icy muttered.
"He needed a place to stay and I told him he could stay here if he did our house work for us." Stormy shrugged.
"Whatever." Icy said flatly and handed Lucile to Duman. And with that she began working on the potion.
She placed each ingredients in the mini-cauldron and waited for it to boil. Perhaps she would teach the child to make the potion herself one day. Yeah, she would make a mental note of that.
The potion began to bubble over so Icy turned the stove off. She poured a bit of the mix into Lucile's baby bottle and gave it a light shake.
"I'll take my child back." Icy held out her arms.
"Sure thing." Duman said, returning the baby.
Icy cradled the baby in one arm and with the other held the bottle for Lucile, who began drinking it down in small gulping sips.
"Hey. I'm really sorry about what my friends did..." Duman stared.
"Save it." Icy cut him off. It's not so much that she didn't forgive him, more so that she didn't believe in apologizing for something you didn't do...or really apologizing at all. After all, what's done is done--being brutally honest; a thousand sorrys couldn't bring her virginity back. But then again she hadn't even had it when Gantlos attacked her anyways.
"Really I am." Duman pressed.
"Don't be." Icy replied, looking to the baby squirming in her arms.
"I can help you take care of..."
"Lucile." Icy filled in.
"Right. I can help you take care of her." Duman offered.
"Flattering. I'll consider." Icy replied as she set the bottle on the table.
Lucile began her babble again. And with a happy giggle she took a handful of Icy's hair and put it in her mouth. Icy quickly jerked it out of the baby's mouth. She'd tolerate most things, but not having her hair sucked on. Naturally, at this, Lucile began to wail. And despite a slur of comforting words refused to stop.
"Fine." Icy said with a sigh and gave the infant back the strand of her hair. In under seconds the baby had Icy's hair back in her mouth.
"Darcy, you want to get me the potion ingredients?" Icy asked.
"Not really." Darcy answered but did so anyhow.
"Can you watch Lucile while I make it?" She requested.
"I can do it." Duman replied.
"Why is he still here?" Icy muttered.
"He needed a place to stay and I told him he could stay here if he did our house work for us." Stormy shrugged.
"Whatever." Icy said flatly and handed Lucile to Duman. And with that she began working on the potion.
She placed each ingredients in the mini-cauldron and waited for it to boil. Perhaps she would teach the child to make the potion herself one day. Yeah, she would make a mental note of that.
The potion began to bubble over so Icy turned the stove off. She poured a bit of the mix into Lucile's baby bottle and gave it a light shake.
"I'll take my child back." Icy held out her arms.
"Sure thing." Duman said, returning the baby.
Icy cradled the baby in one arm and with the other held the bottle for Lucile, who began drinking it down in small gulping sips.
"Hey. I'm really sorry about what my friends did..." Duman stared.
"Save it." Icy cut him off. It's not so much that she didn't forgive him, more so that she didn't believe in apologizing for something you didn't do...or really apologizing at all. After all, what's done is done--being brutally honest; a thousand sorrys couldn't bring her virginity back. But then again she hadn't even had it when Gantlos attacked her anyways.
"Really I am." Duman pressed.
"Don't be." Icy replied, looking to the baby squirming in her arms.
"I can help you take care of..."
"Lucile." Icy filled in.
"Right. I can help you take care of her." Duman offered.
"Flattering. I'll consider." Icy replied as she set the bottle on the table.
Lucile began her babble again. And with a happy giggle she took a handful of Icy's hair and put it in her mouth. Icy quickly jerked it out of the baby's mouth. She'd tolerate most things, but not having her hair sucked on. Naturally, at this, Lucile began to wail. And despite a slur of comforting words refused to stop.
"Fine." Icy said with a sigh and gave the infant back the strand of her hair. In under seconds the baby had Icy's hair back in her mouth.