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[ten_of_swords]

He leads her from that room into the dining hall where all the cards have gathered.

Choice stands behind them, his hazel eyes bright as he takes in those that have joined them this momentous day.

"Our Queen of Swords!" he announces. They cheer, and Moon rushes up to give her new sister a tight hug. Others begin to do the same -- Skill with Chloe in her arms, Fortune with his warm blue eyes, blind Justice...

Ruin's hand remains on her lower back, never leaving her side, as he watches her being received by the family.

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[destroy_restart]

Oh - a youngling! Young ones still had all the cards - change was as natural to them as breathing, and as inevitable. Only when they grew older and learned of the pain of loss would they start to cling with true refusal.

Some of Tower's sister and brothers were accompanied by pets or children; you always took them seriously, as they were a necessary part of that archetype.

"Greetings, little one," Tower said, regarding the child with curiosity.

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

Balance is dreams and reality, imagination and cloud-castles. And don't most little girls dream of a baby to call their own?

Still, Emilie is real flesh and blood, and he gives his uncle a little smile. Fair hair, fairer then his mother's, although he has her sea-green, sea-blue eyes.

"'ello."

[destroy_restart]

And before his eyes, Tower shifted to beome a child himself; this was the sort of child who pulled out the bottom can of tinned pears from a huuuge pyramid in a shop and smiled angelically at the result...

"Let's go see what else is here," he suggested. "Not just grown-ups talking."

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

Emilie stares, and then laughs.

"Yes! It's boring."

[destroy_restart]

"There's lots and lots of fun stuff in this place!" Tower laughed. "Food. Animals. Paints. Scary things. Squishy things you can poke. Gloopy things you can make a mess with," he offered, innocently.

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

Emilie's eyes bright, and Balance sighs.

"Tower..."

[destroy_restart]

"Balance?" he said, smiling up at her innocently.

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

Sweetly,

"If he gets his pants dirty..."

[destroy_restart]

Carelessly, "It's not my fault if he still gets his pants dirty."

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

"That isn't what I meant, and you know it."

She eyes them both, and then waves.

"Fine, fine."

[destroy_restart]

"We'll be seeing you, then!" Tower said, taking the little boy by the hand.

[balancethecups.livejournal.com]

Half of Balance thinks this is a bad idea.

The other thinks that it could be fun.

All of her watches them go, before drifting to do something else. Distraction is the key.

[destroy_restart]

So what if the little one learned to enjoy toppling small stacks of something that day? It was fun, wasn't it?

And for the sake of balance, you could always stack them up again.