Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-5543592-20160329222321

Lazarus Grimm wrote: "Kyrie, don't chew on the spoon, sweetie", said Valkyrie and held her daughter's hand down.

"I don't want cereals!" said the girl in objection.

Valkyrie groaned. "Look, your brother doesn't complain."

"But he is eating porridge. And besides, he can't talk."

And you talk too much...

"Sweetie, please. Just finish your breakfast, would you? Mommy is already running late for work."

Becoming the mother of two was probably the worst decision she had made so far. Though she loved her children to death, one was quite enough. Kyrie was 6 years old and was already defying her parents wishes. Meanwhile little Varg was merely a few months old. She had no problem handling him. He ate, burped and slept, just like a child of wonder. And he was quiet, never made a sound unless she tried to make him laugh.

Kyrie crossed her arms in defiance at the request. "But I don't want cereals", she murmured surly.

Valkyrie just shot her daughter a harsh stare. "Do you want to argue about this with dad instead?"

"Listen to your mother." Perdix absently called over his shoulder, dealing with the minor disaster of raw egg having been spilled onto the open flame of the gas stovetop.