This is what happens when I start trying to give people kids.
See JohnWayne here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/tag/character:+johnwayne and more importantly here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/254212.html
See Dai here – http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/tag/character:+dairine – and I’ll have to go back and tag her elsewhere later.
JohnWayne had been at the Ranch for a week when he heard a woman’s exasperated voice call out “Storm! Breeze! Rain!”
It wasn’t Dáirine’s voice. Even four years later, he knew his first Keeper’s voice.
But it didn’t quite sound like a weather forecast, either, and it sounded a little too much like the names he’d given his triplet daughters. He looked around, casually, while doing the stack of chores he’d been assured Howard gave to every new Kept.
He caught the flash of black curls before he saw anyone, and then the tall figure of a woman who was definitely not Dáirine, despite having similar coloration and hair. For one, this woman had spots, which Dáirine did not. For another, she had almost a foot on Dai.
“Storm, what did I tell you? Wait till I tell Dái what you’ve done, you naughty thing, you. Come on.” The drawl was thick and southern as the woman scooped up a little girl.
From this distance, it was hard to tell. But she had her mother’s curls and his complexion.
JohnWayne swallowed. If his former Keeper – and the daughters he’d fathered on her – was living on the Ranch, his time under Cynara’s collar had just gotten a lot weirder.
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