Butterscotch's home

[Victory]

Butterscotch came to a halt in front of her house. It was no mansion, sure, but the old mare who rented it out didn't ask much for rent, and besides, it was better than some cramped apartment. The gold mare opened the door, gesturing rather theatrically. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. You're welcome to stay as long as you like, Jol."

[Stellaluna]

Silence liked Butterscotch's little performance. He then looked up to the top of her house. To him it seemed as if it were touching the sky. He smiled at Butterscotch, wondering what they were going to do next. He sat on the ground and swished his tail, almost looking like an excited puppy.

[Victory]

((OOC: ...This only just occurred to me now, but maybe we should start the jump ahead, ay? ))

[Stellaluna]

(OOC; Do you mean like jump ahead to winter. If so then it's fine by me. )

[Victory]

((OOC: Yeah's that's what I meant.))

Butterscotch stared at computer screen before her, utterly stumped. She'd been completely absorbed in writing her latest novel for weeks, and as a result would sometimes even forget to eat. Resting her chin in one hoof, the mare brushed trimmed, golden hair from her eyes. Even worse than losing sleep and unintentionally starving yourself (in her world), was the dreaded, feared, life-crippling...

Writer's block.

Butterscotch sighed sharply. It was simple, really, the host of a small get-together for old friends had been murdered by one of five lifelong companions. She knew it was the indigo flutter who had done it, but what evidence could she possibly give? Nothing too obvious--a good mystery was subtle and sublime. A cigarette butt, hoofprint, or some other handy clue didn't always exist. It was the mind games, the unexpected little details of what you say or do that good authors could express just so, that sold well.
She tried not to remind herself that she barely sold at all.

[Stellaluna]

The white bundle was resting in a nearby armchair, curled up like a cat. It was cold outside and he was glad to be in a nice warm home. He yawned and stretched and blinked his eyes open. He looked up at Butterchotch and smiled with sleepy eyes. He shook his head a little to wake himself up and to get a few random strands of his white mane out of his eyes. He stretched out his wings and fluttered down to the floor. He trotted up to Butterscotch as chipper as could be and yanked on her gently tail to get her attention. He wondered what she was doing.

[Victory]

Butterscotch turned to Silence, glad for a break. "Hello there, little guy. Interested in my latest journey to adequacy?" Her mind briefly skipped over a few tasks, wondering if she had forgotten something important. Lunch? No, she'd done that. Watered the plants, vaccuumed, took out the trash? Taken care of... She hoped. Maybe she DID get a little too absorbed in her work sometimes.

[LNS]

Jol hesitated at the door. It had been months since he had last set foot inside a house. A house meant one belonged, one was a part of something, and the orange unicorn was uncertain if he would ever be ready for those things.

Not wanting the other two to wonder what in rainbow's name was wrong with him, he forced his hooves to move, carrying himself inside.

Head dipping Jol simply said, "Thank you."

He had no other clue as to how one should react such a gracious offer as the one Butterscotch had extended to him.

~*~*~*~*~

Having finished cleaning up in the kitchen Jol wandered towards the living (is that where you two are?) room. Standing in the doorway, he leaned against it. Something like a smile appeared on his face as he looked at the two who had become his family.

[Stellaluna]

Seeing Jol, Silence flapped his little wings with glee, rushing over to the orange stallion. He hugged his front leg like a child greeting a parent.

[Victory]

Butterscotch watched Silence scamper over to Jol and gave a quiet laugh. She just couldn't get over how odd it was... how three strangers who were nothing alike could just mold together into a sort-of family. She'd always wanted to be a mother... Did it count if you weren't married and the foal wasn't yours? The golden mare gave a little grin, momentarily tempted to annoy Jol by hugging his other leg childishly. "You all finished up in there, Jol?"

[Stellaluna]

Silence unlatched himself from Jol's leg and wandered over to the window, looking at the blanket of snow that stretched across the front yard. He thought of his old friend Shade and what fun they could have in the snow. By now Silence understood what snow was, and he wished he could get out there and play in it. He sighed, resting his head on the windowcill.

[Victory]

Seeing Silence stare into space wistfully, the mare couldn't help but chuckle. "I take it you want to go out and play? It IS a lovely day out... and I don't know about you, but if I have to spend another minute thinking about that light-forsaken purple flutter, I'll go insane!"

[Stellaluna]

Silence heard this and emidiatly run to the coat rack, grabbing his little red scarf on the lowest hook, and then dashed back to Butterscotch. He grinned eagerly as he thought about all the fun things he could do in the snow.

[Victory]

"Alright, I'm guessing that means yes. We won't be long, Jol." She called to the stallion. It took only a few minutes to bundle up Silence and grab a coat for herself, and with a theatrical flourish, she opened the door. "After you, good sir." She couldn't help but grin at Silence.

[Stellaluna]

Silence smiled and strolled out into the front yard. As soon as he experienced the feeling of the cold wet snow under his hooves, he gave out a faint sqeal and ran back to Butterscotch, wrapping his arms around her front leg.