Here are rix_scaedu's second and clare_dragonfly's first prompts. Kailani and Rozen are from Addergoole; Autumn from Stranded World.
Kai and Rozen
End of Year Five
Some days it felt like she hardly had time to think, like Conrad was too busy to even look at her, like nobody in the suite but her would look at Tolly's child, because the boy was Tolly's, even though he was hers.
Kai had the twins in a stroller and was walking down the halls. It was a week before graduation; she doubted anyone was going to try to attack her now. Besides, she still had Conrad collared, even if he was acting more like it was a collar now and less like a trophy.
She noticed someone sneaking up on her anyway. One of the Thorne Girls might've done something clever, like going around in circles until they were behind their stalker.
Kai wasn't that sort of clever. She turned around so that the stroller was behind her.
"Rozen." She found she was pleased but not too startled, and smiled. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Nobody ever does." He smirked, proud of himself. "You're looking good, Red. Motherhood suits you."
"Yeah?" There was nobody around to yell at her for blushing, which was good, because she hadn't figured out a Working to get around that yet. "Thank you."
"I mean, it would suit you more if those were my brats, but hey. Take what you can get, hey?"
Kai rolled her eyes at him, but she was still smiling. "They're not brats. And I think they're happier with their mother having some free will."
"Yeah, well." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her. "Some day you might feel differently."
What she felt had nothing to do with it. She didn't think she needed to say that, though. "Some day."
He was leaving soon, after all, and it was a big world. She'd probably never see him again.
Autumn and Ink
Autumn would probably always remember the first time she'd put ink to her skin.
Winter was struggling to teach her, their mother was busy with Spring and Summer, and their father had been dead for two years. Autumn's skills weren't falling into line with Winter's, with their mother's, or even with what they could remember of their father, so she had gone on her own to a family friend and asked him to teach her.
Pastor Jim had taken a long look at the wide-eyed child and sighed. "All right. But we keep this between us and your mother, all right? We don't need to tell the parishioners."
"Church magic is church magic and Strand magic is Strand Magic." Even then, Autumn understood that.
"Good. Now." He'd called her mother, been very very polite and respectful - everyone was polite and respectful when it came to Autumn's mother, but he was even more so. When he'd hung up the phone, he'd headed to the daycare section behind the church and come back with some washable Crayola markers. "Let's see, shall we, if what works for me works for you."
He drew a circle on the back of Autumn's wrist, and suddenly, she understood so much more.
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