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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Grace Kaliba on Nov 9, 2018 11:50:28 GMT -8
Once upon a time, a former two-time goddess and the Kaliba blacksheep had a baby. Both parents knew what it was like to be disappointed by parents, and to be parents who disappoint.
They named their youngest child Grace, and spoiled this one rotten.
She was sang to, given piggy back rides, read bedtime stories, and played with. Being that she was born into a very talented and gifted magical family, she got to ride unicorns, play tag with stuffed toys, and host tea parties with pixies and polite squirrels.
Happy, energetic, fiercely independent, and wildly curious, she kept her entire family on their toes with her impish antics.
Sounds fairly normal, right? Minus the animated toys and squirrels, of course.
Well, it was anything but.
Grace's mother affectionately nicknamed her "little spider." Because to Grace, the Web of Creation was her playground. She could see and read the strands both past and present, and travel the Web to whatever *when* and *where* she desired. It wasn't a skill she had to learn, she was a prodigy.
The following is a brief account of Grace's adventures, and the poor Kaliba family who suffered countless headaches because of them.
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Grace Kaliba on Nov 9, 2018 13:37:41 GMT -8
Mommy was in the garden. Daddy was fixing something they broke in the basement. She was supposed to be taking a nap.
She wanted cookies. Not Mommy's cookies. Gramma Roseywin cookies.
Poof.
Blink.
The pitter patter of little feet echoed in the hallways of the People's Palace as Grace started one of her many favorite games.
"Hi Mags!"
The matronly maidservant looked up from her cart of freshly laundered bed linens. "Grace!"
The little redhead giggled, waved, then took off running with Mags giving chase.
She swung into the next hallway to pick up her favorite guard. "Hi Zandy!"
Zandifeld Nolengaard blinked slowly at the girl, watching in stunned silence as she ran right by him.
"Git yer 'ead outta yer arse 'n help me catch the lil git!" Mags puffed, following right after. A bit on the portly side, Mags lumbered more than ran, holding her skirts up from her ankles so she didn't trip over them.
"Zandy"'s partner for this shift chuckled and elbowed his friend. "Better get moving, mate."
"Dammit. I hate this game."
"Zandy" joined the pursuit. The rattle and clomp of armor, weapons, and heavy boots accompanied Mag's huffs and puffs and Grace's joyful peels of laughter as the game entered the final stretch - the family wing.
"Hi, LeeLee!" Grace beamed at one of Gramma Rosewyn's handmaidens as she stepped out of a room, just like Grace knew she would be.
Leandria, a.k.a. "LeeLee", instinctively backed up against the wall. "Oh my word..."
"When ya gonna learn ta jus' scoop up the lil bugger?" Mags griped on her way by.
"LeeLee" was stunned for only a moment before joining in, youth allowing her to catch up to Mags within moments.
Grace had them now! Tittering with glee, she slid on sock feet and barreled down the dead end hall towards the ornately carved doors at the end. She pushed one open and ran inside her Gramma's room. The door didn't get a chance to swing shut as one, two, three more people entered in hot pursuit...before they realized exactly where they'd barged into.
All three skid to a halt. Faces red, panting and sweating, looking abashed at the redheaded imp happily snagging two cookies (one for each hand!) from a platter.
Grace beamed at her friends. "I win!" She thrust a cookie out at them. "Wanna cookie?"
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