Sandboxes (Hana, open)

[Titian Snow]

This morning when Titian Snow woke up, the first thing he did was scream. His mother started and fell out of bed, then changed and fed him. It helped calm the baby down a little, but still he remained defiantly grumpy. Titian hates to sleep. He always misses things when he sleeps.

After a few hours of being what his mommy called a "grumpy-butt" he was carried outside into the open air, which immediately stopped his whining and yelling. The infant looked around at his surroundings, seeking the red flowers that the moving box pulled him through the last time he was outside, but before he can find them from his high vantage point he was deposited in a box of gritty tan stuff. Mommy retreated to the shade of a tree to rest her tired eyes, and Titian began to explore the wonders of sand.

[Hana Forester]

Hana Forester had a play-date with her friend Kwiet Jinn, and was on her way to find him when she wandered out into the gardens.

"KWIET! ARE YOU OUT HERE?!"

She wanders further out into the garden, stopping near the sandbox to have a better look around.

[Titian Snow]

The first thing Titian Snow learns about sand is that it doesn't taste good. He spits and gags, wiggling his tongue to try and get rid of the gritty, dry taste in his mouth, waving his hands in a distressed fashion until at last his mouth feels better, and a big spot of damp sand has accumulated before him.

The infant jams a fist into his mouth, gumming it almost thoughtfully as he wonders if he should try picking up any more sand, when a bright thing appears at the edge of his vision. He wiggles a bit, shifting himself ever so slowly to bring the object into view.

Hana's standing there, dressed in red, bright pink hair waving in the slight breeze. The baby's wide eyes grow even bigger as he beholds her, a paragon of bright colors, loud noises, and constant motion, a little goddess for his infant world of senses. He waves his hands frantically; he must catch her attention! He needs this little-mommy to pick him up! He screams at her, bouncing a little and kicking his feet in impatience.

[Hana Forester]

She turns as she hears a loud scream, looking around before finally looking down at the little boy sitting in the sandbox. She kneels down, looking at Titian.

"Hello.'

[Titian Snow]

"Hwuh."

His mother is convinced that this quiet sound will eventually evolve into "Hey" or "Hello" or "Hi". The baby looks her over, a smile growing slowly on his lips as he takes in all the bright color. He bounces a little bit, excited to see so much color, then pulls his fist from his mouth and reaches for her.

"Buh!"

[Hana Forester]

Hana smiles, and sits down beside the sandbox, close enough so that Titian can reach her. She lets' him take hold of her finger with one slimey hand. "Ew...all drooly."

[Titian Snow]

Titian grabs the finger and shakes it a little, reaching still with his other hand, wanting to be held. "Mmmmmbaah! Uhbah!"

His mother jumps at the sound, opening her tired eyes to see what's wrong, but soon sees there's nothing to fret over. She relaxes, but keeps her eyes open.

[Hana Forester]

She sighs, giving in and picking Titian up. She rests him on her hip, still letting the baby hold her finger. Hana bounces him a bit.

"You must be bored playing all by yourself, aren't you?"

[Titian Snow]

"Bwah!"

Titian takes the cloth of her dress in his hands and jams it into his mouth, gumming it thoughtfully and staring wide-eyed at her hair. A line of spittle rolls down his chin as he reaches up for her hair.

[Hana Forester]

Hana crinkles her nose, knowing what her mother will say once she sees all the baby drool on her. She leans forward, letting Titian take hold of her hair. He pulls on it, and she winces.

"Gentle! Don't pull my hair!"

[Titian Snow]

Titian tugs a few more times anyway before settling for just waving it around. He takes the slobbery cloth out of his mouth and holds it up towards her and grinning broadly. Isn't this cloth great?

[Hana Forester]

Hana giggled. "Yes, I see it. You made a drooly mess of my dress, baby."

She bounced him up and down gently, looking around the garden to see if Kwiet was even there.

[Titian Snow]

Titian makes a low, quiet sound, drawing it out to hear it waver.

"Mmmm-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh..."

He curls one of Hana's fingers and puts her knuckles in his mouth, gumming them idly and looking around the garden for something else colorful that he can hang on to.