Spiritual Descendant Of Joan Of Arc

The brood was, in a word, exhausting. There'd been oh so much activity going on and the kids were only now getting exhausted enough to be quiet. Sean and Annja had finally managed to herd the kids back to the hotel -- with a brief stop at the origami towels -- and now everybody was sprawled out in various places in the room.

There were sleeping bags and air mattresses littering the floor, courtesy of the store. Accordingly, there were little girls scattered around on the floor... except for Jenna, who was rummaging through random dresser drawers to entertain herself. Annja briefly considered telling her to stop, but she was too tired to muster up the energy. Sean could stop her if need be.

Gingerly stepping over a child, Annja collapsed onto the bed.

[For one and their brood!]