01-02-2017, 02:43 PM
31st December, 1886
At eighteen months Theo was happy and healthy and thoroughly exhausting. Quite how her mother had managed this with so many of them she would never know and it was to her lasting regret that she could never ask her now.
“Careful of the icy patches Theo,” Cassie instructed in a bright but hushed voice, hand holding firmly to her son's as she carefully walked over the shimmering, crunchy ground of the cemetery. It wouldn’t do not to lead by example after all – although where she had picked up that little pearl of wisdom she couldn’t say!
"Hello mum," she smiled at the headstone, hardly an elaborate one but more than enough to make her feel sad and fond all at once. She crouched down and wrapped her arms around her son. "Say 'hello granny'."
Theo garbled something that sounded vaguely similar and Cassie giggled at his gurgling. Hearing a crunch on the ground she turned her head to the path and saw someone coming towards them (and hitting the ground with a thump)-
(if you see this in a post then Cassie's inner eye can see your character doing something)
Droolworthy set by MJ <3 <3