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Who: Amy and Song (and adorable sleeping babies)
What: Look, she's back!
Where: Rainbow's End
When: December 22nd, 2011

As a way to keep Eli entertained for an afternoon (and herself, though at the time she'd denied that to Jalen), Amy had set up a sheet fort in the nursery. It was a simple thing, pinned to the wall by the rocking chair and partially propped up by a gigantic stuffed cat she'd liberated from Song's room. It was plenty roomy for little kids, and Eli and Ashlyn had had a blast playing in it. Now that Ashlyn was with her dad, Amy had taken advantage and crowded herself into the small space with a napping Eli...and a very sleepy baby nestled in her arms. She smiled down at Larkin before kissing her on the nose. Song had better come home soon, or she was keeping the kid.

Her arrival was announced by an ominous whoosh and a familiar - to some - tangy, bitter scent in the air. The figure who stumbled through the Dark Portal was in the midst of transformation, light catching in her hair as black streaked away to reveal golden brown.
Song stood for a moment, blinking in utter confusion, and then narrowed her eyes and glanced behind her at the empty wall where the portal had opened seconds ago.
"Medrau, if you do that again, I will personally..." she trailed off, either unable to think up a threat, or imagining something too gruesome to describe outloud in the nursery.

Amy shivered almost involuntarily following the sound; not because of how creepy it was - honestly, she was getting used to that - but because of the sense of the Darkness itself. She wondered if she'd ever get used to that. Probably not. She leaned out of the fort a little, still holding Larkin close and trying not to disturb Eli.

“Well, it's about damn time. Yeah, you weren't gone that long, but, you know, baby. Then again, not really your fault."

Song just gave Amy a flat look while she spoke. She was obviously tired, slouching where she stood and forgoing any real expression of her annoyance. Nor did she spare any comment on the fort.
"You don't have to tell me."
She crossed the room and took Larkin from Amy without even a polite hesitation, drawing the infant close without breaking the 'offended feline' glare she was directing at her friend.

Amy gave up the baby without complaint, but broke eye contact from the glare a few seconds later. "Sorry. It's just- I kinda freaked. But what else is new. We took good care of her. You should see Jale with her, it's hilarious."

She glanced back at Eli for a second, then back up at Song. "Any idea what she wanted you for? Or just the usual mischief?"

Song seemed to belatedly realize that she was glaring daggers at Amy, and looked away, idly soothing the gently squirming baby. Still, she didn't sit down or move from where she was standing stiffly outside the sheet fort.
"All I remember is dreaming. I take it nothing obvious happened to answer that question while I was asleep?"

"Nope, nothing that I noticed. We were gonna send Ray after her- you- but it was kinda a big area to cover." She snorted. Earth. Yes Mabry, please to be narrowing it down a little.

"And I was stupid and mentioned some random personal crap to Ray that I shouldn't have, so I've been having to ignore the brat bitching at me for most of the afternoon." The bitching that had stopped, however, every time she held Larkin. Amy wasn't sure whether to be confused or entertained by that. "...You want to sit, or anything? If I put Eli to bed, there might be room in the palace of roses." She pointed to the small floral pattern on the fabric.

Song looked the tent over with a slightly disdainful gaze. "Not now. Larky needs mom time." She said this in a low, serious, almost growling voice, holding the rooting baby a little tighter. Mother Wolf was home, apparently.
She looked ready to leave it at that, but hesitated, deciding that Amy deserved a little more of her interest. "...What 'random personal crap'?"

Amy grinned at Song's words. She really couldn't help it. It was just so...cute. The grin faded quickly however at the question, and she didn't answer right away, instead crawling out of the fort and turning back around to ease Eli out.

"Just stuff. Telling Ray that I was cooperating with Awiergan...to a point." Gathering Eli in her arms, she managed to get to her feet without waking him and carried him to his crib, carefully laying him down.

"She says I need to stop. You know, for Ladybug."

Song nodded once, turning so that she continued to face Amy as she moved from tent to crib.
"I still can't talk to Med the way you do to 'Wiergan. Or she won't answer. I haven't decided whether or not to be jealous." She didn't voice her actual opinion on Amy's dealings, but then, she wasn't prone to dragging conversations out when she was tired.

"I wouldn't envy it. It sucks. When she's not offering me things I'd almost kill to have, she's busy telling me what a loser I am." Rolling her eyes, she tugged a light blanket up over her son. "I really need to do something about that." Whether she meant Awiergan's disrespect or something else wasn't clear. She bit her lip for a second and shrugged before turning back to Song. "So you should probably get her taken care of. I know she missed you."

Song's expression flickered and softened just for a moment, as she looked down at Larkin, but the irritable glare returned quickly as she glanced around the room before moving to the door. "We'll be in my room. You can tell people I'm back if you feel like it."

"I'll just keep it to myself for a little bit...like ten or twenty minutes." Another, almost nervous glance at Eli, and then she headed for the door herself.

"Well, I'll tell Mabry now, anyway."

Song didn't quite give her usual snort of amusement, but the corner of her mouth twitched, just a bit. Larkin seemed to have her own opinion, if her small, muttery noises were any indication.
"Tell her no Sister Talks until tomorrow."

“Aye aye, Captain." Amy giggled suddenly, giving Song a (very) quick pat on the head. She slipped past her and headed for the stairs, trying not to skip. Glad Song was home without a scratch? Naaaaw.

Song's nose crinkled up in distaste at the gesture, but she made no comment, watching Amy bounce away before skulking off with Larkin cradled close, a dragon returning to her tower with the treasure she'd been parted from.