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Bastion- Monday
Apr. 30th, 2018 02:59 pmA major benefit of having someone to train these days meant that Jaina was actually able to go on sanctioned missions again, which she had missed. Maybe her missions were different now, in the name of avoiding a galactic incident, but she still got to go.
And it meant she had to leave the kids at home, which was hard. She’d actually underestimated how hard it would be, so she was going to have to figure out a way to reconcile that. As soon as she got home, she said hi to Jag, and then headed into the boys’ room to look in on them while they were napping. They were both actually starting to wake up, which meant she could get actual time with them when they knew it.
It was then that she noticed the little spot of white at the front of Dax’s hairline, now that he has enough hair to actually have a hairline. She gently touched the spot, like maybe he’d gotten something on him and Jag had somehow missed it, but no, it looked like it was just part of his hair. You know. Like Jag’s. Which he had gotten after a serious head injury resulting in a scar and that streak. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise when she knew Sia, but it was.
“Hey, honey?” she called. “How is this genetic?”
[Had to do it eventually. Can be open!]
And it meant she had to leave the kids at home, which was hard. She’d actually underestimated how hard it would be, so she was going to have to figure out a way to reconcile that. As soon as she got home, she said hi to Jag, and then headed into the boys’ room to look in on them while they were napping. They were both actually starting to wake up, which meant she could get actual time with them when they knew it.
It was then that she noticed the little spot of white at the front of Dax’s hairline, now that he has enough hair to actually have a hairline. She gently touched the spot, like maybe he’d gotten something on him and Jag had somehow missed it, but no, it looked like it was just part of his hair. You know. Like Jag’s. Which he had gotten after a serious head injury resulting in a scar and that streak. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise when she knew Sia, but it was.
“Hey, honey?” she called. “How is this genetic?”
[Had to do it eventually. Can be open!]
