Fortune Favors the Prepared [Household]

[chill_whispers]

It has been said that the border between pregnancy and madness is thin, hazy, and notoriously treacherous. It has also been said that the border between madness and being fae is either a good joke or a vicious lie. These pale distinctions are, on occasion, worth remembering

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali's been out in the hall for the last five or ten minutes, listening at the door for signs that Sasha's calmed down. And now that things are at least quiet, she's going to be very daring indeed and open the door. She even pokes her head into the room.

"Love? Is anything amiss?"

[chill_whispers]

Sasha sighs, throwing down gloves and hat both, though without much rancor. She'd been close to deciding, she's sure of it. "Amiss? No, love, I'm simply packing."

[vicioussweetie]

And Ali will take full responsibility for the decision never made, never fear.

"Oh?" She eases inside, picking her way through the things on the floor cat-like, managing to not step on anything. "Are you planning to go someplace?"

[chill_whispers]

"The hospital, dear, if anything goes wrong. I shan't lose Amaris to hubris, nor complacent faith in a stable future. And if I must go to the hospital, then it would be in my interests to be packed for it, would it not?"

If she's packing for the hospital, then one wonders why part of one of the open suitcases appears to be taken up by a sizable first-aid kit.