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Verdigris was so tired.

He had barely had the time to look at June before they had to be separated due to the plague. Verdi wanted so badly to go home, but the risk of taking the children outside when wyngrew were dropping left and right and they didn't know why? He wouldn't dare take them out of the nook. Hell, he wasn't even sure if they had a home to return to. He hadn't gotten the chance to see the house in the few moments he'd been outside.

He'd managed to claim the little bedroom that had once belonged to him before his adoptions (both of them) for him, his girls, and a few healthy wynglings who April and Cosmo entertained themselves with. Alma had initially been hesitant to leave him as the adult in charge, but she quickly changed her mind when she saw that, despite everything that would make one assume that he disliked kids, he was actually fairly good with children.

Still, while taking care of his daughters and their new little friends was distracting, the ball of fear still sat in the bottom of his gut. Would he ever see June again? Would Verdi himself catch the plague? Chii above, would his girls?

A sniffle and a quiet hiccup interrupted his thoughts.

Verdi's heart skipped as he noticed Cosmo crying, covering wet eyes. He braced himself, feeling his eyes sting with healthy tears, looking to see if there was black as he approached her.

He let out an audible sigh of relief. Clear tears, clean mouth. The plague hadn't caught her.

"I w-wan' papa." Cosmo cries. The girls hadn't gotten to see June at all before he was taken and Cosmo was just too young to understand why. April was old enough to comprehend that wyngrew were getting sick and could possibly die, but Cosmo had no idea what was going on. Just that people were leaving and everything was scary.

"I know. Come to Daddy." Verdi picked up the toddler, sitting back and balancing her on his foot before wrapping his tail around her, trying to comfort her.

Her tears persisted, but this wasn't a tantrum. This wasn't her being mad that the big mean adults wouldn't let her have her way. This was a little girl who was scared and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of wrong that was happening. Her entire world was flipped on it's head.

"Dada? I 'cared..." Her tiny voice broke Verdi's heart. He took her tiny paw into his own before wiping a tear off of her cheek.

"I know Cosmo, it's alright." It took Verdi all of his resolve, every ounce of the steel he usually reserved for emotionless sarcasm, to keep his voice steady. "Daddy's got you, okay? Daddy won't let anything hurt you. Does Daddy ever let you down?"

"No." Cosmo sniffled with the tinest of smiles, "Dada's amazin'"

"You flatter me, starshine."

"Tell yuckies to, uh..." Cosmo's face wrinkled in thought before she piped up with, "Yick a dirt!"

Verdi couldn't help but laugh at that. Tell the plague to lick the dirt. Yes, he would like to be able to sass the plague away, wouldn't he? And how fulfilling it was to know that his little girl thought that he could. "Okay dear. I'll tell the yuckies to lick the dirt."

Cosmo giggled and wriggled happily on his lap and Verdi leaning to boop her on the cheek.

Fuck how he felt. His girls needed him to act as normal as he could be. If that meant telling the plague to lick the dirt while he felt his heart being wrenched in two at the prospect of his family being torn apart?

Then so be it.
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Facebook event, Sunday evening, 2:00 pm; Gather by the nova stump and tell the plague to lick the dirt.

Description
Verdigris was so tired.

He had barely had the time to look at June before they had to be separated due to the plague. Verdi wanted so badly to go home, but the risk of taking the children outside when wyngrew were dropping left and right and they didn't know why? He wouldn't dare take them out of the nook. Hell, he wasn't even sure if they had a home to return to. He hadn't gotten the chance to see the house in the few moments he'd been outside.

He'd managed to claim the little bedroom that had once belonged to him before his adoptions (both of them) for him, his girls, and a few healthy wynglings who April and Cosmo entertained themselves with. Alma had initially been hesitant to leave him as the adult in charge, but she quickly changed her mind when she saw that, despite everything that would make one assume that he disliked kids, he was actually fairly good with children.

Still, while taking care of his daughters and their new little friends was distracting, the ball of fear still sat in the bottom of his gut. Would he ever see June again? Would Verdi himself catch the plague? Chii above, would his girls?

A sniffle and a quiet hiccup interrupted his thoughts.

Verdi's heart skipped as he noticed Cosmo crying, covering wet eyes. He braced himself, feeling his eyes sting with healthy tears, looking to see if there was black as he approached her.

He let out an audible sigh of relief. Clear tears, clean mouth. The plague hadn't caught her.

"I w-wan' papa." Cosmo cries. The girls hadn't gotten to see June at all before he was taken and Cosmo was just too young to understand why. April was old enough to comprehend that wyngrew were getting sick and could possibly die, but Cosmo had no idea what was going on. Just that people were leaving and everything was scary.

"I know. Come to Daddy." Verdi picked up the toddler, sitting back and balancing her on his foot before wrapping his tail around her, trying to comfort her.

Her tears persisted, but this wasn't a tantrum. This wasn't her being mad that the big mean adults wouldn't let her have her way. This was a little girl who was scared and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of wrong that was happening. Her entire world was flipped on it's head.

"Dada? I 'cared..." Her tiny voice broke Verdi's heart. He took her tiny paw into his own before wiping a tear off of her cheek.

"I know Cosmo, it's alright." It took Verdi all of his resolve, every ounce of the steel he usually reserved for emotionless sarcasm, to keep his voice steady. "Daddy's got you, okay? Daddy won't let anything hurt you. Does Daddy ever let you down?"

"No." Cosmo sniffled with the tinest of smiles, "Dada's amazin'"

"You flatter me, starshine."

"Tell yuckies to, uh..." Cosmo's face wrinkled in thought before she piped up with, "Yick a dirt!"

Verdi couldn't help but laugh at that. Tell the plague to lick the dirt. Yes, he would like to be able to sass the plague away, wouldn't he? And how fulfilling it was to know that his little girl thought that he could. "Okay dear. I'll tell the yuckies to lick the dirt."

Cosmo giggled and wriggled happily on his lap and Verdi leaning to boop her on the cheek.

Fuck how he felt. His girls needed him to act as normal as he could be. If that meant telling the plague to lick the dirt while he felt his heart being wrenched in two at the prospect of his family being torn apart?

Then so be it.
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Facebook event, Sunday evening, 2:00 pm; Gather by the nova stump and tell the plague to lick the dirt.