FMA: Calm Before the Storm
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bard_linnTitle: Calm Before the Storm
Gen, G.
Forhime1999’s birthday. Hope it was good and this fits the bill!
Calm Before the Storm
Trisha Elric was always the first person awake in her house. Back when her husband had been with her, he had often stayed up late into the night, and hence slept in during the mornings. Her eldest son seemed to mimic her husband’s sleeping patterns and little Alphonse was quite content to follow his brother’s lead.
Trisha’s habit of rising early had come from her childhood, when she had worked on a farm. Even now that she didn’t need to go out and milk cows, she found she enjoyed the peacefulness of the early morning hours. With two young children she rarely had peace during the day. Times like this allowed her to reflect and simply be. It was a nice feeling.
“Mom?”
“Downstairs, Edward!” She moved into the kitchen as she heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. “I’m starting breakfast. Please make sure Alphonse is up. And make your bed!”
“Okay, mom.” Another dash of feet and Edward had run back upstairs. Trisha smiled, her eyes falling on the latest gift her sons had made her with their alchemy, a hot pot for their table. As she worked she considered what she needed to do today. The laundry was piling up, the garden needed weeding and the floors could use a sweeping. The mending needed to be done soon. She could put off going to town for food for at least a few more days. But perhaps….
As the family sat down around the table for breakfast, Trisha asked her sons a question. “Would you like to go on a picnic today?”
“Yeah!”
“Yes, Mom! Can we go please?”
“Help weed the garden while I get the wash done and we can,” Trisha promised. The boys promptly gobbled down the rest of their breakfast and ran to the kitchen, leaving the dishes in the sink. “Bet you I can weed faster than you can!” Ed cried, scampering out the door.
“Brother, wait up!” Alphonse attempted to run after his brother, his shorter legs making his task a little more difficult.
Trisha shook her head, smiled and went to get the laundry.
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Soon the chores were done, the garden weeded and the laundry waiting on the lines outside. The family of three stood in the kitchen, getting ready for their picnic. “Edward, please get some napkins and lemons. Alphonse, you can help me with the sandwiches.” Trisha worked quickly, preparing more than enough sandwiches for three people, knowing her eldest son’s appetite, then began to make some lemonade. Al and Ed carefully packed plates and cups into their mother’s basket, which were quickly joined by sandwiches, apples, oranges and the lemonade. The napkins packed them all in securely and the family quickly went off.
“I know the best place!” Ed declared. “The next hill over with the really big tree!”
“No!” Al disagreed. “There are bees there, remember? What about the meadow over a little further?”
“That’s too far!”
“How about right over there?” Trisha asked, pointing to the small lake a short distance from their house.
“That’s perfect!”
“Mom, you’re the best!”
The boys ran ahead while their mother followed leisurely behind. By the time Trisha had spread out the blanket and laid out the food both boys had worked up an appetite from their impromptu game of tag. They snacked happily, and then lay out on the blanket, watching the clouds over head. “I think that one is a bear.”
“That one’s a boat!”
“Hm…I think that one is a star,” Al suggested, pointing.
“You’re right,” Ed grinned. “But the one next to it is a carrot.”
“Is everything about food, Brother?” Al asked with a sigh. The game continued for quite a while and then the boys ran off, returning with bunches of flowers for their mother just in time to go home. Al carried the blanket, Ed the basket and Trisha carried her flowers. “Mom? Can we do this again?”
“Of course, Alphonse.” Trisha smiled at her son, but then raised her hand to her mouth to cover her cough.
“Are you okay?” Al looked worried.
“I’m fine. Just a little cold. Now, I suggest we hurry home. It’s almost time for bed.” Trisha safely saw her sons tucked away and sighed, arranging the slightly wilted flowers in a vase. ‘It’s getting worse. Please, Hohenheim, come home soon!’
Not betaed. Love for people who tell me about typos!
Gen, G.
For
hime1999’s birthday. Hope it was good and this fits the bill!Calm Before the Storm
Trisha Elric was always the first person awake in her house. Back when her husband had been with her, he had often stayed up late into the night, and hence slept in during the mornings. Her eldest son seemed to mimic her husband’s sleeping patterns and little Alphonse was quite content to follow his brother’s lead.
Trisha’s habit of rising early had come from her childhood, when she had worked on a farm. Even now that she didn’t need to go out and milk cows, she found she enjoyed the peacefulness of the early morning hours. With two young children she rarely had peace during the day. Times like this allowed her to reflect and simply be. It was a nice feeling.
“Mom?”
“Downstairs, Edward!” She moved into the kitchen as she heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. “I’m starting breakfast. Please make sure Alphonse is up. And make your bed!”
“Okay, mom.” Another dash of feet and Edward had run back upstairs. Trisha smiled, her eyes falling on the latest gift her sons had made her with their alchemy, a hot pot for their table. As she worked she considered what she needed to do today. The laundry was piling up, the garden needed weeding and the floors could use a sweeping. The mending needed to be done soon. She could put off going to town for food for at least a few more days. But perhaps….
As the family sat down around the table for breakfast, Trisha asked her sons a question. “Would you like to go on a picnic today?”
“Yeah!”
“Yes, Mom! Can we go please?”
“Help weed the garden while I get the wash done and we can,” Trisha promised. The boys promptly gobbled down the rest of their breakfast and ran to the kitchen, leaving the dishes in the sink. “Bet you I can weed faster than you can!” Ed cried, scampering out the door.
“Brother, wait up!” Alphonse attempted to run after his brother, his shorter legs making his task a little more difficult.
Trisha shook her head, smiled and went to get the laundry.
^_^-^_^-^_^-^_^-^_^-^_^
Soon the chores were done, the garden weeded and the laundry waiting on the lines outside. The family of three stood in the kitchen, getting ready for their picnic. “Edward, please get some napkins and lemons. Alphonse, you can help me with the sandwiches.” Trisha worked quickly, preparing more than enough sandwiches for three people, knowing her eldest son’s appetite, then began to make some lemonade. Al and Ed carefully packed plates and cups into their mother’s basket, which were quickly joined by sandwiches, apples, oranges and the lemonade. The napkins packed them all in securely and the family quickly went off.
“I know the best place!” Ed declared. “The next hill over with the really big tree!”
“No!” Al disagreed. “There are bees there, remember? What about the meadow over a little further?”
“That’s too far!”
“How about right over there?” Trisha asked, pointing to the small lake a short distance from their house.
“That’s perfect!”
“Mom, you’re the best!”
The boys ran ahead while their mother followed leisurely behind. By the time Trisha had spread out the blanket and laid out the food both boys had worked up an appetite from their impromptu game of tag. They snacked happily, and then lay out on the blanket, watching the clouds over head. “I think that one is a bear.”
“That one’s a boat!”
“Hm…I think that one is a star,” Al suggested, pointing.
“You’re right,” Ed grinned. “But the one next to it is a carrot.”
“Is everything about food, Brother?” Al asked with a sigh. The game continued for quite a while and then the boys ran off, returning with bunches of flowers for their mother just in time to go home. Al carried the blanket, Ed the basket and Trisha carried her flowers. “Mom? Can we do this again?”
“Of course, Alphonse.” Trisha smiled at her son, but then raised her hand to her mouth to cover her cough.
“Are you okay?” Al looked worried.
“I’m fine. Just a little cold. Now, I suggest we hurry home. It’s almost time for bed.” Trisha safely saw her sons tucked away and sighed, arranging the slightly wilted flowers in a vase. ‘It’s getting worse. Please, Hohenheim, come home soon!’
Not betaed. Love for people who tell me about typos!
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Date: 2006-01-18 09:47 am (UTC)Thank you! *hUGS*
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Date: 2006-01-18 03:29 pm (UTC)Didn't see any typo. Maybe when I'll have the occasion to translate it, one day?
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