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Yesterday, Bridgette made a snowman by the pond of the Cooper farm. Button eyes, scarf, carrot nose, branches for arms. Nothing terribly exciting about that.

Today, she's gotten tired of looking at it. She's outside, with a short sword in hand, glaring at the snowman intensely.

With a cry of  'en garde!'  she hacks at her snowman's lower torso. Marie, sitting a few feet from the snowman, watches with interest.

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[serinusniger]

"Of course," Dinah says, moving to stand. "Do you want me to carry you?"

A seven year old she can just about deal with, she's a strong woman.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Some maturity comes back to Bridge. She shakes her head. "No thanks. Marie's pretty heavy now."

She gets up off the couch, scooping up thin air from the couch. The sword beside Marie is forgotten about.



Bridgette blinks in surprise, then kisses the air in front of her, much as Dinah kissed the top of her head.

She looks shyly up at Dinah. "Can you sing lullabies? Marie might need some. She woke up."

[serinusniger]

"Not well."

She has unnatural lung capacity and absolutely perfect pitch, but her voice lacks something artistic. Superpowers without talent.

"I can manage rock-a-bye-baby, Though."

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Bridgette nods. "She likes that one."

[serinusniger]

"Then we'll see what we can do," Dinah says, as they head towards Bridgette's bed.

She just straight up adores this kid.