I Was Born The Unloved Twin
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Lilyanne and I are still in the process of teething and the savory bread rolls served are the perfect to gnaw on. The maids initially softened them with some soup but as I was missing eating like an adult I grabbed a whole one. It's a really surprising discovering that both Lilyanne and I enjoy. There are orders to have them delivered to our household regularly now, compliments to the chef.
After a relatively peaceful lunch, primarily because everyone was distracted with eating, the tour continues in more detail. While there are no exciting matched fights going on like I've fantasized it was still very worth seeing. Through the mess there's a sense of organization here. Like a graded cultivation school with many subjects and majors that one can listen into to or join if they feel up to it.
There are obviously parts and places we're not allowed to see but it's been a more than satisfactory day, especially with my brainstorming. The maids are also more than ready to call it a day, their nerves caught up to them a few hours ago.
"Before you head home, I've taken the liberty of preparing a little something for the children."
"Oh? What's going on Geoff?"
"Nothing much, just a little game. Something nice to finish with"
Uncle Geoff makes a signal and a crowed of various school aged children appear out of nowhere. They're all carrying different items or baskets and placing them spread out on the once empty field in front of us. A particularly rowdy bunch of younger boys catches my attention.
THe main reason being their overall playful rambunctiousness stands out among diligent students lining up the items. The second being that I recognize that shock of amber carrot hair, which leads me to even more dread.
It's one of my conniving cousins, Phillip, and his disaster group of friends. While Phillip carries a very gentlemanly but overly flirtatious appearance there's no cousin I'm more worried about than him. He never schemed against me, he never bullied me but he was the one who put his sword into my back.
Roslia never trusted him and she was right, but it was still a shock. I recognize one of his little friends too, the overly pale boy. He knocked me down in a block when I first thought I could run and escape.
The rage in my stirs. If I was a beast, if I had fangs, they'd be growing monstrously sharp right now. It's bitter but I don't care, I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.I can't take my eyes away.
One of them must feel me glaring, one I don't recognize at least not yet. What does it matter, he's with Phillip. Most likely a future enemy.
But right now he's just a child and like a child he innocently waves at me. He can't be that much older then me but he makes those silly faces you make when you catch a baby looking at you in public. I can't help but deflate from my anger at that.
No good, I'm just baby. I have time to plan, to protect myself.
The brat keeps making silly gestures at me till uncle Geoff sends them away, complete with their task.Phillip and his friends laugh and tug at him but the Innocent brat waves and mouths at me "bye bye" as if I could understand him. Stupid kid, normal babies wouldn't be able to.
"So are all these presents? For my little girls, oh you shouldn't have."
Grampa speaks in a teasing tone that says he already knows everything. I'm still confused what's going on, the ground is littered with random items, from toys to books to weapons that small children most definitely should not handle.
"Well one or two items. I missed their first birthday but just couldn't decide on a gift. Then I thought, why not let them choose."
"Oh I see, how interesting."
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I see it now too, it's that test. The one where you place a few items in front of a baby and watch what they crawl too. The item they choose is a prediction for their future careers, say if a child picks up a pen they will be a sort of scholar or scribe. A toy sword for a soldier and so forth. I didn't know people actually did that, it's all nonsense.
"I see quite the spread here Geoff."
"Yes I've arranged a little bit of everything I suppose. You can never be too sure"
"Down you girls go then, I ant to see what you two will pick."
Ah is grampa talking in general or directly to me again? This thing is all nonsense but I'm not a real baby here, isn't this like choosing my starting pokemon then!? Ack the pressure!
Luckily for me Lilyanne is taking the initiative and crawls off first. I'm more than ok with watching her choose first. She giggles and stops to clap her hands in amusement but after a short time the thing she picks up is a paintbrush? The crowed oos and ahs at her choice.
Ok I'd be a little more creeped out if she wasn't sucking the paintbrush like the drooly baby she is. Later on Lilyanne will be called an art prodigy. She was a very accomplished painter, and Rosalia could never catch up and realistically admitted defeat against her sister in this area.
It's all coincidence right? Right just nonsense.
My choice won't be nonsense, grampa knows bout me and he'll be judging carefully. It's nerve racking! I can't just pick randomly here!
I calm myself in the only way I know how, silly comparisons. What would I do if this was a game? What would I do if this was my starter item? Well that's not helping, I'd just find a cheat code online and get multiple items.
Oh can I do that here? Well here goes nothing.
I toddle off, scouting the items on the floor as if it's a buffet. The first things I grab are righ next to each other so I pick them up simultaneously, one in each hand. It's a gold coin and the roll of bread that I liked.
"Oh well that's new."
"I never seen a child choose like that before."
"I suppose she'll never go hungry nor want for anything?"
But I'm not done and the crowed watched curiously as I place the items ont my skirt. I hold it flared out and stock up. I add a feathered pen, an exotic sheathed dagger,a small telescope and a pretty looking cup.
"Pffft! BHahahahah oh lord isn't she's a greedy little thing."
"Isn't she just grabbing what she likes?"
"Oh that most definitely reminds me of you Roland."
"Hey what's that supposed to mean!"
When there's no more room I gathered and bunched up my skirt, securing the items and grabbed one last thing with my free hand.
A whip
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Chapter end
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