12-11-2024, 09:46 PM
Normally, Tyra would have timed her arrival for the annual Christmas gathering towards a more fashionably late status. This wasn't because she was typically a tardy individual -- quite the opposite -- but she understood after years in the center seat that her presence typically changed the atmosphere at gatherings, no matter how close she's grown with her people. It was just the nature of command and there was very little she could do about it.
However, today, a force beyond her control was propelling her into the holodeck much earlier than planned, a force dressed in mint green ski pants with a matching puffer coat and a crimson beanie with a fox face and ears sticking up.
After last year, Tyra had thought more than twice about even bringing her spawn anywhere near an Artemis crew gathering. Truthfully, Tyra had been loath to sacrifice what little time she got with her daughter between missions and had decided she could give maybe an hour to the Christmas party before returning home to the little one but after Evie had overhead Cera describing all the wonderful things Miller had planned for the party, there was nothing stopping Tyra's own stubborn streak from being used against her by her mini-me.
And that was how she ended up hand in hand with an overly excited 6 year old, who was unmistakebly her child, being dragged through the snowy landscape towards the sparkling lights of countless booths filled with great smelling food and interesting trinkets. If it hadn't been for the child, she might have been able to blend in with the crowd of party goers in her dark leggings, warm boots, green sweater and matching bean but there was nothing incognito about Evie. Her appearances among the crew were rare and that meant her presence was most definitely noticed. Her clothing choice certainly hasn't helped but there was no telling a 6 year old what to wear.
In record time, Evie had a glass of wassel in one hand, the steam rising like a smoke signal over the little girl's head, and was eying a stand that sold what looked to be a cross between a pretzel and a mozzarella stick. It was a shock to no one when the girl managed to pour her way into filling her free hand with the large salty treat. And it was even less of a shock when she immediately darted off, likely following the sound of carnival music towards where Tyra assumes the games were.
Fortunately, thanks to her coat and the fox ears, Tyra could track her easily in the crowd, right up until Evie suddenly vanished from her view and for some reason didn't continue on her previous trajectory, which brought Tyra up short.
For Evie's part, she had misjudged her trajectory right into the side of Miles Grant's legs, which halted her forward momentum. As soon as she made contact with Miles, her head tipped back, big blue eyes going wide in surprise. Her fox ears bobbed at the sudden movement, sinking the hat lower over her eyebrows. Somehow, she had managed to keep a grip on her drink, only sloshing a little bit into her hand, and her prized treat.
"Hi..." She squeaked, eyes somehow getting wider before darting around in hopes of finding her mother somewhere near by. When she didn't immediately see her, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders in a move that was probably familiar. "Do you know where the games are?"
== Tag! ==
However, today, a force beyond her control was propelling her into the holodeck much earlier than planned, a force dressed in mint green ski pants with a matching puffer coat and a crimson beanie with a fox face and ears sticking up.
After last year, Tyra had thought more than twice about even bringing her spawn anywhere near an Artemis crew gathering. Truthfully, Tyra had been loath to sacrifice what little time she got with her daughter between missions and had decided she could give maybe an hour to the Christmas party before returning home to the little one but after Evie had overhead Cera describing all the wonderful things Miller had planned for the party, there was nothing stopping Tyra's own stubborn streak from being used against her by her mini-me.
And that was how she ended up hand in hand with an overly excited 6 year old, who was unmistakebly her child, being dragged through the snowy landscape towards the sparkling lights of countless booths filled with great smelling food and interesting trinkets. If it hadn't been for the child, she might have been able to blend in with the crowd of party goers in her dark leggings, warm boots, green sweater and matching bean but there was nothing incognito about Evie. Her appearances among the crew were rare and that meant her presence was most definitely noticed. Her clothing choice certainly hasn't helped but there was no telling a 6 year old what to wear.
In record time, Evie had a glass of wassel in one hand, the steam rising like a smoke signal over the little girl's head, and was eying a stand that sold what looked to be a cross between a pretzel and a mozzarella stick. It was a shock to no one when the girl managed to pour her way into filling her free hand with the large salty treat. And it was even less of a shock when she immediately darted off, likely following the sound of carnival music towards where Tyra assumes the games were.
Fortunately, thanks to her coat and the fox ears, Tyra could track her easily in the crowd, right up until Evie suddenly vanished from her view and for some reason didn't continue on her previous trajectory, which brought Tyra up short.
For Evie's part, she had misjudged her trajectory right into the side of Miles Grant's legs, which halted her forward momentum. As soon as she made contact with Miles, her head tipped back, big blue eyes going wide in surprise. Her fox ears bobbed at the sudden movement, sinking the hat lower over her eyebrows. Somehow, she had managed to keep a grip on her drink, only sloshing a little bit into her hand, and her prized treat.
"Hi..." She squeaked, eyes somehow getting wider before darting around in hopes of finding her mother somewhere near by. When she didn't immediately see her, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders in a move that was probably familiar. "Do you know where the games are?"
== Tag! ==