Alessea, Quinton and Abigale
Quinton watched his daughter. It was always hard on the full moon. While Quinton was strong, able to resist the moon's temptations, there were a few hours where he simply had to shift. And he was well aware that there were dangers out there on full moons, that he needed to protect Abigale from. Especially now, with the unknown alliance wolves in the area. This first moon in the town, Quinton would spend it ensuring that no stray wolves got in.
He frowned suddenly. After three years of not having an Alpha, Quinton seemed to have forgotten the unspoken… guidelines. So it would be a transition for both Abigale and himself. Interesting. He would have to provide a good example for his daughter. So, it would be wise to speak with Alessea, at least to see what she knew of the town, and its typical… supernatural life in Red lake, during the full moon.
He could go to Alessea, before dropping Abigale off at the bed and breakfast. Spending a little bit of time with his daughter, Quinton ensured that she had her things packed, and slipped in a bar of chocolate- something he tended to save for special occasions. He would imagine her surprise, and delight at it.
Finally, he rounded her up, and started towards Alessea’s, holding Abigale’s hand, he had to wonder if she had managed to track down a wolf-dog pup. He imagined it wouldn’t be particularly easy. Following the same path they’d taken yesterday, Abigale chatted excitedly about her new raccoon friend.
“Miko..! Kupata nje yake..!” Scrunching up her face, Alessea threw the dirty rag over at the young raccoon who seemed far too interested in the container of Italian food she had ordered for lunch, the action scaring it enough that it scrambled away, only managing to steal one of the several pieces of garlic bread she herself had been nibbling on for the last five minutes while still working,
“Ah… you stupid racoon…” Rolling her eyes, but still managing to chuckle lightly at the animal’s antics as it scurried up to the top of several boxes filled with car parts, its nose twitching a few times as it glanced about before finally digging into the garlic bread it held within its tiny paws,
“..hope you enjoy it; cause you aren’t getting anymore.”Approaching the garage, Abigale squealed, and slipped out of Quinton's grip, which he allowed, as she ran forward, calling out to the raccoon, charging forward as if she hadn't a care in the world, but stopping at the door, pouting slightly, waiting for him, or to be allowed in. Figuring that Abigale had made enough noise for the both of them, Quinton didn't call out this time, figuring it would just be overkill, and he hoped that Abigale hadn't caused any problems.
Sometimes, she was just so willful. He couldn't deny her that, when he could be himself, and her mother certainly had been. Quinton glanced about.
Both catching a familiar scent, and hearing a familiar voice squealing out in excitement from somewhere behind her, Alessea tore her gaze away from where she had been watching Miko on the boxes to instead glance back over her shoulder in the direction of the door, her soft lips both turning up in a smile as her dark eyes came to a rest upon the youngest member of her pack before lifting to meet with that of her father.
“Abigale… Quinton; welcome. Please, come in.” Lifting her arm up from her side, she motioned for the both of them to come inside before she moved over to the counter her food was resting on, being sure to wipe her hands clean before she picked up a fork and one of the containers, a small wince crossing over her otherwise soft features as she turned and leant back against the counter, peeling the lid off of the pasta so that she could begin to eat,
“So aside from the smell of garlic and grease, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit..?”Abigale entered, and began to look about her, hunting up Miko, she trotted about the place, now considering herself invited, she didn't snoop about, but rather made her presence known as only a child could. Quinton kept an eye on her, glancing over to her every so often to make sure that she wasn't getting into trouble, as she made her way to Miko.
Quinton looked to Alessea, and returned her smile, but appeared questioning at the wince, yet thought it might be rude to ask.
"Well, usually on the full moon, I spend a few hours ensuring that there is nothing dangerous that could be a threat to Abigale, but I thought you might know the supernatural life around here?" He said, glancing back towards Abigale for a moment, before glancing back to Alessea.
Pausing for a few moments of thought, Alessea took the chance to have some of her pasta while it was still warm, her chewing slow as she thought on his words- he was right… she did know of the supernatural’s in Red Lake; as the alpha of the only pack in town, it was her job to know what was lurking about on her territory… whether it be good, or bad.
Nodding her head lightly up and down in answer to his question, she took another moment to herself to swallow what she had in her mouth before answering out loud,
“..there are a few supernatural’s here in town… Actually, you will be teaching two of them once you start your new job; though there is one in particular that I would ask for you to keep a close eye on if you do not mind…” Frowning slightly, she twisted her body, putting the container down instead swapping it out for a piece of garlic bread instead,
“I speak about a girl called Syleste Vos; she is… visibly challenged if you will. She’s the only siren I have ever come across, but I do not believe that she is aware of this herself… There might be another girl, Jayne, you will teach; her and her older sister, Seraphina, are also both supernatural’s- angels to be precise. But keep in mind, they are flight risks; extremely jumpy when in the presence of other supernatural beings.” Falling silent for a spell so that she could take a bite out of the piece of bread she held, Sea thought a few moments longer, searching her mind for the others she knew of,
“..we have a blood sucker in the picture; she works at the hospital, and be aware, their kind is not to be trusted… and there is a damphir on the loose; she is a pain in everyone’s ass, but right now she is harmless. Again, I do not think she knows what she is.” Finishing off the piece of garlic bread she had been holding, she brushed her hands off on the front of her pants, ridding herself of the crumbs she had gotten over them while she had been eating it before she turned her body, lifting up the side of her baggy grey singlet top so that he was able to see the list of names tattooed onto her body,
“As for the rest; well, this is the pack…”Quinton listened as Alessea spoke. A siren? Certainly a rare being indeed, Quinton had never come across one either, before this girl at least- when he’d met her. Angels tended to be flighty beings, yet Quinton had met one before, not an experience he particularly relished repeating, yet perhaps that was just an odd case. Vampires, and Damphirs… both potentially dangerous, yet not alarming on the full moon, unless the vampire chose to take advantage of it. It didn’t seem like he had much to worry about, yet the the unknown wolves could pose a challenge, especially if they were young.
”A strange collection, and a large one for a town this small” he said, thoughtful. Was there something to that, or had many supernaturals decided they liked the small town life better? Quinton had certainly chosen the town, once he was sure they had been safe, for its small town community, thinking it a good place to raise Abigale, after everything they had been through. He looked to the tattoo, wondering just when she would have had time to add their names to the list, given that they had only joined the pack the day before.
”I typically leave Abigale with a baby sitter- in this case the delightful woman that runs the bed and breakfast- and roam a bit on the full moon.” He looked to Abigale again, then said
”Although I worry about leaving her alone”“I suspect this town is a beacon for the supernatural… it is how I ended up here in the first place. I felt a pull when I first moved to America. Wound up here with-… well that really does not matter…” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, though not missing the curious look shot towards her tattoo and their names now permanently plastered into her flesh, she let go of her top, letting it drop back down to cover her body as she reached back, holding onto the counter behind her as she once more relaxed her body back against it, her head tilting lightly to the side and her eyes meeting with his once more as the two of them continued their conversation,
“She will be fine; besides, she will be looked after. A wolf will not turn on one of its own pack; it is hard to control a pup without constant dominance… they rarely ever listen…” Sighing softly to herself, Alessea motioned over towards her office where the door was closed, a small smile playing over her lips as she gave way to the information that she had been able to keep her word from the day previous,
“I got what you were looking for; quite the fluff-ball too. And as for your curiosity; you are not a cat, you have my word it will not kill you.””It's not the pack I’m worried about, it's everything else.” Quinton said, frowning over the comment on the place being a beacon for supernatural. That could very well bring hunters… And he wouldn’t allow what had happened before to happen again. Perhaps it wasn’t simple coincidence that brought them to Red Lake, which did worry Quinton somewhat. Yet there was nothing to be done about it now.
Glancing over to the closed door, he smiled, although he still wasn’t sure the house could take an energetic girl, and a growing pup, he knew it would make Abigale happy, and she had so rarely asked for anything the last few years.
He looked back to Alessea,
”Thank you, but when did you have the time, you seem to have had a busy afternoon. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble, I know such dogs can be a h-...” but he had forgotten to keep his voice down, and Abigale gave a small cry,
”Dog? There’s a dog?”Unable to help the laugh that passed through her lips as Quinton seemed to give up the secret before he really wanted to, Alessea shook her head once more, her body pushing away from the counter so that she could take her time wandering over to the closed door of her office,
“No… no, there is no dog Abigale… Apologies, I could not get one; however…” Turning her full attention back over to the door, she opened it slightly, her body crouching over and her face scrunching up as she felt the course tongue of the
wolf-pup attacking her face as she turned and made her way back over to where she had left Quinton standing, the fluff-ball of a pup moving about excitedly as it saw the other people in the garage with them,
“..I did manage to get a pup… is that alright..? Because if it isn’t, I can always take it back and keep looking…” Abigale watched Alessea curiously as she approached the door, something like hope and excitement on her face, squealing as the pup was revealed, almost shaking with her enthusiasm. As it began to move about, Abigale excitedly approached the pup, staring at it, she couldn’t help but look to her father.
”Is he mine?” She asked hopefully, wide-eyed. Quinton smiled, and gave a nod, resulting in another squeal from Abigale, who closed the remaining gap to the fluff-ball, going to pat, hug, stroke, and just generally touch the pup.
”Oh, I think it’s safe to say it’s alright.” Quinton said with amusement, watching his daughter for a moment,
”Thank you.” Quinton might come to wonder just why he had thought a dog would be a good idea, but right then, Abigale was happy. Safe. And acting just like a child should over a puppy. And that filled his heart with joy.
”She’s going to name it something completely odd, just wait.”“Oh, I know…” Chuckling lightly, Alessea leant forward, allowing the young girl to take the wolf-pup from her so that she could hold it herself- she was so excited… it was a sweet thing to see. The last time she had seen that look on a child’s face was when her niece had been given a beautiful parrot… the naming had not gone as smoothly as the child’s mother had hoped, and had ended in quite a lot of confusion and laughs,
“..my niece is about the same age as Abi; when she got a parrot for her birthday, she chose to call it ‘duck’ of all things…”Abigale plopped onto the ground, the wolf probably weighing close to what she did and Quinton was reminded once again of how large a breed they could be. Abigale didn't seem phased, hugging the pup close to her, burying her face in his fur and sending him into wriggles of ecstasy with her pats and strokes. She just about ended up rolling around with the pup, and Quinton said a silent prayer for the bed and breakfast.
He gave a laugh,
“Ah, but at least a duck is still a bird!” He said with amusement, taking his eyes off Abigale for a moment, to give Alessea a smile.
“I wish there was something I could do, to thank you. Being able to give Abigale that much happiness? It's worth more than anything in the world to me.”“..she has a habit of naming everything ‘duck’ though…” Closing her eyes, she shook her head lightly from side to side, a gentle chuckle falling out through her soft lips at the mere memory of having taken her niece to a petting zoo for the first time; it had been more confusing than when she had been given the parrot. Relaxing herself back against the counter once more, though not without another slight wince thanks to the tattoo she had updated just the day before,
“Listen, you do not need to do anything to thank me. We are familia now; and I would see her smile any day.”Being familia didn't negate the fact that Quinton had a lot to be thankful to Alessea for, yet he didn't argue. He would figure something out. As she said about seeing Abigale smile any day, Quinton couldn't help but smile almost shyly. He was grateful that as Abigale grew, she would have a female figure in her life. God knows Quinton had no idea how to talk about feminine stuff.
He looked back to Abigale, now giggling like a mad thing, as she chased the wolf-pup around, the fluff-ball a little wobble and definitely not graceful as he ran.
"Re-e-e-e-mus!" Quinton rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Perhaps he had let her watch too much Harry Potter. Ah, well. A wolf dog named Remus. Not as odd as he thought she'd choose, but still.
He glanced about to see what had attracted the pups attention.
“..heh, Remus..? Someone really likes Harry Potte-…” Turning her attention around at seemingly the last minute, Alessea’s dark eyes widened, her arms both lifting up and shooting out as she pushed away from the counter, the woman getting there just in time to catch one of the heavier boxes as it fell towards the young girl’s head as she ran past in chase of the pup, the sudden weight along with the sensitivity of her freshly updated tattoo causing her to wince heavily in pain,
“..-Harry Potter… What the hell..? Miko..!” Of course it was the raccoon… How could it not be..?
“Miko..! Freeze..! No, no..!” Shutting her eyes tightly as the furry grey thief came running towards her with a new piece of garlic bread in its mouth, she braced herself for what she knew was coming next, the claws of the raccoon hitting first the box before hitting her face, leaving several scratches behind as it scrambled up and over the top of her head in an attempt to get away from the pup chasing it.
Abigale chased after the pup that was chasing after the raccoon. The wolf pup- Remus, good lord- skidded to a halt as he came to an effective dead end against Alessea, giving a whine as he slide a little bit, paws scrabbling to slow his momentum, even as Abigale continued to run, just about full pelt, after the pup, not seeing in time Alessea, she didn't slow enough, instead crashing into her.
Quinton could only watch as his daughter got herself- and the rest of them- into trouble. As she crashed into Alessea, falling on her butt, the pup scrambling into her lap once more, Quinton moved faced, catching Alessea and steadying her.
The raccoon, she was used to… the pup, she could handle… the young girl on the other hand, she had not been expecting in any way, shape, or form…
Feeling the girl colliding into her body at such a fast pace, Alessea felt her legs giving way from under her, all balance that she had managed to regain from after catching the box now gone completely as it slipped from her grasp, the heavy cardboard box crashing down onto the counter and causing the food that had once been occupying the space to instead go flying about and onto the floor as she herself began to drop, her fall stopped only as she felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around her body, helping to keep her up and on her feet.
Basically forgetting about everything else around her, she lifted her head up, turning it back so that she was able to look up at the man who had caught her, her soft lips parting ever so slightly from one another as surprise dawned across her features, her dark eyes flicking back and forth between his own seemingly getting lost as her voice became softer,
“..gratitude…”Quinton swallowed, not breaking away, seemingly forgetting that he had her in his arms. And yet, seemingly aware of every aspect of it. It had been so long since he'd held a woman in his arms, and he had to say it did overwhelm him a little bit. And her eyes… Quinton felt like he could just fall right into them. And he could almost close the gap and kiss her.
What was wrong with him?
Clearing his throat, he managed to look away, looking around at the damage.
"I don't think gratitude is needed… I'm sorry about the mess..." Abigale buried her face in Remus' fur, and hugged the pup tightly as if fearful the pup would be taken from her. Quinton gave a soft sigh, and helped her up, the pup hiding behind her slightly.
"Please, let me at least buy you lunch..."Lunch..?
Seeming to snap herself back to the present as she remembered about her open lunch on the counter, Alessea’s eyes widened slightly, her strained sort of sound falling from her open lips as she hurriedly turned back to what once was a neat workspace, now nothing more than a complete and utter disaster area littered with pasta, garlic bread, oil, tools, and car parts… This was a nightmare; and one that was really going to set her back about an hour or two in her work… and with the full moon tonight; it was clear that a worse time couldn’t have been chosen for such chaos in the workspace…
“..oh mierda..! Solo mire este desorden…” Lifting her hand up from where it had been hanging down by her side, she couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh, her fingers slipping back and running through her long and wavy dark locks before eventually, her arm dropped once more, her eyes flicking about to see just how much of a mess she had on her hands before turning back to her guests, the sight of the little girl not only hiding behind her father’s legs, but then the young pup hiding behind her legs causing her heart to sink slightly- this wasn’t their fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault… it was just an accident that couldn’t be helped under the circumstance.
Turning back around, she took a moment glance up at Quinton before she crouched down in front of Abigale and Remus, being sure to look them both in the eye as she reached out, her touch soft as she ran her hand down the length of the girl’s arm before eventually, she took her hand in hers,
“..do not feel bad about this, okay..? None of this is your fault; either of you. It was just an accident, and neither of you is going to be in trouble for it, I promise.” Smiling softly at both the girl and the pup, she gently squeezed Abigale’s hand, holding it for a few moments longer before she stood herself back up, her gaze once more meeting with Quinton’s,
“..you know what… lunch sounds great.”
