Hands flung various objects out of a cupboard. By the time they hit the ground, they had turned into something else, many of which ought not to be described. The owner of the hands turned around, brandishing a wheel of cheese.
"Cheese!" The man cried. "Delicious, healthy, tasty, delicious Cheese." He pranced over to a table in the center of what shall be called the room, on which sat a baby making the various noises that babies make. It reached up with hands, grasping to get at the dairy delight.
"Oh you do want the cheese?" The man teased with a grin, holding the wheel just out of reach. The baby gurgled in the affirmative.
Laughing, he let the child take the cheese. While the baby ate, he picked her up and held her to him. He swayed it gently staring out at the portal. Small niggling doubts and suspicions ate at his mind like acid, but such was the manner of his mind that it made no difference to his outlook. Just another gust in a storm of disorganized ideas.
"Don't worry," he said cheerfully "mommy will come home soon. She just has to fight some big nasty dragon. Did I ever tell you about your mommy? Of course I did, but let me tell you again..."
Sheogorath started to walk away from the portal, swaying the child who was starting to fall asleep. As the mists of the Shivering Isle closed up around him, one could hear his sing-song voice telling a tale of dead kings and faithful servants and beautiful guests who just so happened to be your mommy dearest.
Sheobaby
Hands flung various objects out of a cupboard. By the time they hit the ground, they had turned into something else, many of which ought not to be described. The owner of the hands turned around, brandishing a wheel of cheese.
"Cheese!" The man cried. "Delicious, healthy, tasty, delicious Cheese." He pranced over to a table in the center of what shall be called the room, on which sat a baby making the various noises that babies make. It reached up with hands, grasping to get at the dairy delight.
"Oh you do want the cheese?" The man teased with a grin, holding the wheel just out of reach. The baby gurgled in the affirmative.
Laughing, he let the child take the cheese. While the baby ate, he picked her up and held her to him. He swayed it gently staring out at the portal. Small niggling doubts and suspicions ate at his mind like acid, but such was the manner of his mind that it made no difference to his outlook. Just another gust in a storm of disorganized ideas.
"Don't worry," he said cheerfully "mommy will come home soon. She just has to fight some big nasty dragon. Did I ever tell you about your mommy? Of course I did, but let me tell you again..."
Sheogorath started to walk away from the portal, swaying the child who was starting to fall asleep. As the mists of the Shivering Isle closed up around him, one could hear his sing-song voice telling a tale of dead kings and faithful servants and beautiful guests who just so happened to be your mommy dearest.
(Sheogorath because I -ing love Sheogorath.)