eulalia | Veridia Round 6: Midwife

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I switched things up and started with Helenet's household, not because she's accidentally become the main character but because I wanted to minimize the amount of time Gytha and Angus spend split up due to aging into adults. 👍

Arturo has finally been coaxed to join the household. He brought a sapling from the grove and has planted it just outside the gate.

Helenet: Arturo, do you ever properly walk anywhere?

Arturo: Not if I can help it.

He hasn't experienced any more strange dreams since that day. Surely it was just a dream, conjured up by an unconscious mind still fearful of strange curses.

Angus: So... my mum told me one of the men who came from Wyll, Maddan, is my father. By blood, I mean.

Gytha: Oh? Yeah, I can see it. Huh. How do you feel about that?

Angus: Um. I already have enough options for a dad if I want one. I don't think I need another.

Gytha: You won't catch me trying to convince you otherwise.

Angus: Mum thinks she's better at hiding things from me than she is; I know he didn't want us when I was a baby. And I know they were only a year or two older than we are, and she says people can change a lot as they grow, but with him I don't think I believe it. Um—if you had a baby, I would never abandon you guys.

Gytha: Good to know. Also, ew, no babies.

Angus: What, ever?

Gytha: No, but for... like at least five years.

Angus: Fine by me!

You're telling me this man's One True Hobby is SPORTS? My whole worldview has just been shattered.

Speaking of father figures...

Angus: Are you staying for dinner?

Gytha: Pleeeeeease?

Angus: You don't have to beg, geez. Um, if you are, you should meet my mum and step-dad's friend. He's staying with us now. Please be nice?

Gytha: I am ALWAYS nice, Angus. Unless someone deserves elsewise.

Gytha: Whash wit' th' an'lers?

Arturo: Child, did no one ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?

Helenet: They're remnants of a broken curse.

Arturo: ...What the witch said.

Gytha: Cool. That's hard core.

Arturo: Th... thank you?

Well, that's easy!

Like Gytha, he's always here anyway.

Eisu: Good morning! How're you doing, Helenet?

Helenet: A bit tired, but good. You?

Eisu: Just fine. And how's your new housemate working out?

Helenet: Oh, it's great. Look, he even cleans!

Eisu: Not just a pretty face to keep around, huh?

Arturo: I am in the room. I can hear both of you quite clearly.

My goal this round is to befriend and move in both of the two most frequent wolf visitors, Willow and Snow (guess which one this is). Angus likes them better now that they're not trying to herd him into the well.

Elmet's task is to befriend Willow, because she's the only wolf that actually comes when he does the 'summon wolves' thing. Willow loves to get almost to the friend stage and then leave the lot entirely.

Elmet: Hey. What are you doing up?

Helenet: I woke up and there was absolutely no one else at all in my bed. Such a travesty.

Elmet: Well, we'd better correct that.

Helenet: Oooh—

Elmet: What? What?

Helenet: Well, apparently my mother was right when she said sex can bring on labor—

Welcome, Fiona! I couldn't think of a moon-related name for you, I hope that's okay. Also, this is the sixth female baby in a row born in Veridia. This is gonna be a girl-heavy cohort I guess.

Helenet: So this is one strike against the magical werewolf sense theory... unless you were deliberately telling me the opposite answer to prove my theory wrong.

Elmet: Helenet, dear one, my love: why the fuck would I do that?

Helenet: No, sorry, you wouldn't.

Elmet: I think you need more sleep.

Helenet: It's just, if werewolves could really sense the sex of a baby before they're born, imagine what other things we could learn about them! And then what if you could smell other things about people, like health conditions? There's so many possibilities!

Elmet: Sleep. Naptime for Netty. Give me the baby and go to sleep.

Elmet isn't letting Arturo get out of holding this baby and just plonks Fiona into his arms before he can protest.

But Arturo is rather fond of all the children (including Angus). Now that he lives here, he often swoops in autonomously to take care of the babies before either Elmet or Helenet can get there.

Eisu: Isn't she precious? Hello, darling.

Arturo: I admit to being very fond of this one as well.

Eisu: So any chance we'll be seeing a little Arturo too in the future?

Arturo: What? Oh, you mean progeny of my own. I am not capable of such things, as far as I know. More importantly, I think everyone agrees that two babies and one teenager is plenty.

I thought Helenet deserved to go out and have some fun on her own, so she left the boys to hold down the fort and went to visit the market, where she ran into Diseta.

Helenet: Everything alright? You look a bit down.

Diseta: It's... things I am not going to talk about with one of the kids nearby.

Helenet: Oh. D'you want to come by later and talk?

Diseta: Not really. Thanks, though.

She also stops to chat with one of her current patients, Aífe.

Aífe: Have you heard the latest rumor? I don't believe it, personally.

Helenet: What, did Brigid Salter fight another teenager?

Aífe: Everyone would believe that rumor, Helenet.

This seems like a safe spot to play with your toddler.

Oh, a lullaby for Lune. Thanks.

Angus: So... do you think Snow would eat Gytha's cat?

Elmet: Probably not. I think. Is the cat, like, moving in here or is this a general question?

Angus: Um, no, but we'll both be of age to marry soon. I was just thinking about it.

Elmet: If you'll let me act all parental for a minute... I know lots of people do it, but you guys don't gotta rush off to get married right away. Nothing wrong with waiting a few years.

Angus: Yeah, I know. We probably will. Wait, I mean. I'm still studying with Mum and Gytha's still learning pottery... things.

Elmet: Cool. You're young, you've got time. You should be visiting strange bars and drunkenly making friends with pirates, not running off to play house.

Angus: No offense, but isn't that how you became a werewolf?

Elmet: No, no, that bar was definitely not cool enough for pirates.

Now the wolves have an excuse to actually be here. Because they live here. Elmet spends time at night making sure they learn good behaviors.

The wolves are actually not allowed in the house, which I normally do not do with sim pets, but... they're wolves. I think that was probably Helenet's limit on the wolves.

Elmet: Arturo, you should go with Helenet to the festival this afternoon.

Arturo: Have you hit your head now? Shall I fetch the witch?

Elmet: No, no, hear me out, I've got a whole plan! I've seen people at festivals in other towns who wear crowns with antlers in them made out of branches or, well, antlers. We'll make you a flower crown, and the green basically passes as makeup. Poof, you're human. And then when people ask who you are, you say you're traveling through from Evervale and you were friends with Helenet when she lived there, so you're catching up. It's foolproof.

Arturo: I thought she came from the village of Wyll.

Elmet: She grew up there, but after she left she lived a year or two in Evervale. Norweni recruited her from there when the last midwife died. I think Angus was already two when she came here. So you should take Netty and I'll stay home with the girls.

Arturo: Hm. You have put a lot of thought into this. But surely you would rather attend and dance with your wife?

Elmet: We've had other festivals; you haven't had any. Anyway, I already suggested this to Helenet and she'll be disappointed if you don't say yes, soooo.

Arturo: Ah, yes, the emotional blackmail comes out.

Arturo: I... why not? It might be... interesting.

Elmet: That's the spirit!

Arturo: I believe I have a formal robe still packed in that trunk.

Elmet: Ooh, can I see?

Elmet: ...Maybe my brother has something you can borrow.

Arturo: Time for your nap, littlest witch, so that I may also nap.

Lune: Sleepy Daddy?

Arturo: Yes, yes, I will send your father to tuck you in as well.

I'm fairly sure only one of those wolves is supposed to be that color.

Snow: Grrrrr, get out of here, impostor. Find your own cushy situation.

Orla dropped by to meet her newest baby cousin.

Elmet: Here she is, all freshened up.

Orla: Oh, aren't you so sweet! She and Bel can grow up together and be friends! It's so exciting!

Orla: I've always loved babies. I keep saying to Maddan that we should have another, but he says one's enough. Completely untrue.

Elmet: Um. That's his right, I guess?

Elmet 100% doesn’t want to be involved in anything to do with Orla’s marriage, thanks.

Eisu was unreasonably excited about the idea of Arturo stepping out in Veridian society and lent him an old tunic and trousers that they'd been keeping for when Drustan can fit into them. Wearing trousers is... unfamiliar.

Helenet: You look very pretty.

Arturo: Thank you, witch.

Helenet: Ooh, I want to try the log roll this year, the water looks so nice and cool. And I want a drink, and something to eat in a bit... and we should dance, of course.

Arturo: I don't think I will join you in falling into the water, but the rest sounds fine.

I then proceeded to somehow not take pictures of any of that. 🙃 There weren't a lot of sims at the lot today, but I still got distracted...

...by almost finding another potential love interest for Drustan (actually likes him, has chemistry) but alas, it is not to be, since Dunk is going to immediately age up this round.

Helenet: So what do you think? Are you having a good time?

Arturo: This evening has been... interesting. It's loud.

Helenet: I suppose it is after you've lived in the woods for who knows how long.

Arturo: Are you you enjoying yourself, little witch?

Helenet: Yes, but you still owe me a dance!

where is everyone. why is the lot so empty.

Helenet: Is Gytha staying over again?

Angus: Yeah, she's already asleep.

Elmet: You're lucky your mother is so chill, kid. If my brother or I tried to have a girlfriend or boyfriend sleep over when we were your age, our parents would've had a fit. My ears are ringing just imagining it.

Angus: Oh, tell us more stories about your youth, old man.

Elmet: We had to walk ten leagues to get to the market way back then. Uphill, both ways! In the snow!

~~This family's love language is sassing each other.~~

Elmet: So did you have fun?

Arturo: It was interesting to observe the village more closely. I'm not sure that I enjoy being in crowds.

Elmet: That's okay, we're not gonna force you to go to all of them or anything if you don't want to. I'm happy you tried it, though.

In the morning, Arturo often swoops in to get Lune out of baby jail (her crib) before Elmet can finish transforming or Helenet is even completely up. (Fine by Helenet, she needs to go feed the other baby.)

Lune: Hungry, Daddy

Arturo: Yes, your father is here, and I'm sure he will fetch your breakfast.

Elmet: Ah, but she's asking you.

Arturo: She is not. Correct, Lune?

Elmet: Yeah she is. She's been calling you that too for a while now, haven't you noticed?

Lune: Daddy!

Arturo: ...Yes, fine, I suppose I can also fetch your breakfast.

Return of Helenet's old dress for the summer heat/now that she's not constantly pregnant.

And then my game said, oh, you wanted wolves? Here, have wolves.

Thanks, Willow.

Helenet: Elmet, when I went to bed last night there were two wolves. Now there are six.

Elmet: I'll find them good homes as soon as they're weaned?

Helenet: Good answer. I want my backyard back.

Elmet: Norweni, you like dogs, right? Want another dog?

Norweni: Well... Faun is getting up there, and I suppose the children would like a puppy.

I'm sure a puppy will smooth over news of the impending divorce.

Norweni: Elmet, this is a wolf.

Elmet: Just think how fierce he'll look walking around with you when he's grown!

Elmet: Kids love puppies, Wulfraed, trust me. I'll even throw in one of these crate beds.

Elmet: Want a puppy, Orla?

Orla: A puppy?!

Orla: Oh, you're so sweet! Chewy is going to love you!

And then they kept the last wolf pup, the white and cream-colored one on the right, and named it Toast.

On the last day of the round, they throw a small birthday party for the children. Yes, ALL the children, they're all aging up at the same time. Perfect timing!