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Posted on August 16, 2014 at 01:30:16 AM by grimbaud && gisli

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My body is taut with tension, catching what my girl - who was distracted by the dog and his tormenters - had missed: a crowd was growing, watching the goings on. I see frustration and concern on some of the faces but there are others, others who seem more amused than worried at my girl's intervention. I drift closer to my girl. Crowds like this, in the past... they had never boded well for my girl. Her strange ability, which allowed her to speak to all manner of languages including that of the winged and furred People, had ceased to function on our arrival for some reason, but still... This sort of attention was not what we needed right now, so soon after we'd come here. A big male appears from the center of the crowd, his voice and height giving him the sort of presence most people paid close attention to. It only made my nervousness stronger, knowing he could overpower my girl easily if he chose. I relax a bit when he speaks, his voice ordering those gathered to disperse. That solved one of our problems, at least. Without the crowd, our chances of escaping unscathed were at least a tiny bit better than they had been before. My attention returned to the situation at hand, just in time to see a boy lift a hand with every intention of harming my girl. It is then that I act, pushing the boys into motion. To my shock, the older boy pursues them. His long legs make him quick, as I'd worried before, but... I sense we have nothing to fear from him. As he rounds the bend, I hear the younger boys squawk with fear and nod with approval. Someone had to enforce the lesson I've just taught, and a giant such as that would be the perfect person. My girl, however, completely misses this exchange. Her concern is for the wiry-haired dog in her lap, trying to soothe its understandable distress.

I turn my attention back to Grim in time to hear her words. Help may be closer than I had expected, I thought as I eyed the returning male. At last, Grim's head lifts from the dog to focus in on the boy. Again, her head tips back as she looks up and up and up to find the boy's face. There is no fear in her clear gray eyes, only curiosity and concern for her new friend. He draws near and a bird joins him; I eye it with curiosity. Another familiar, perhaps? I am hesitant to let the boy too near to my girl, but he holds his palms out in a clear sign of peace. He does not wish my girl harm. If he had, he would have joined the boys, not pursued them. I give him a stiff nod, drifting to the opposite side of my girl. The dog stirs a bit at my nearness, knowing I am a predator who could do him harm, but is too weak to do much more.

Crouching close by, he once more draws Grim's attention and she gives him a friendly, albeit a bit worried, smile. It lightens and brightens at the sight of the bird atop the boy's head, the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement as she grins, exposing her many missing teeth in the process.

"Hi!" Grim replies. Some children may be afraid of the boy, for his height and commanding presence, but my girl does not think of such things. To her, each person is a potential friend. "You're awfully tall, are you a giant? Gisli says there's no such things as giants but you could be a baby giant, or maybe you're a half-giant." - Grimbaud looks at him expectantly but bulldozes on again before he can speak. - "That's a pretty bird, is he your friend? What's his name? What's your name? Why is he on your head? He looks nice, can I pet him?"

"Let the boy speak!" I say sternly, but Grimbaud only laughs. She has no respect for authority, I decide with a sigh. "At least introduce yourself first, please."

"Oh, right!" Grimbaud says cheerfully, brightening even more. "I'm Grim and this is Gisli." - she leans towards him, her voice several shades louder than she thinks it is. - "She's grumpy, you probably shouldn't pet her, even though she's really, really soft." Belatedly recalling the dog still in her lap, Grimbaud added: "And this is my new friend, Pablo."

"Why is everything named Pablo?" I mutter under my breath, earning another giggle from Grimbaud. In the years we've been together there have been no less than twenty-seven Pablo's, including several pet rocks, a ladybug, a butterfly, and an old shoe she insisted on carrying around for two months.

"He looks like a Pablo, doesn't he?" she asked Alistair seriously, obviously expecting the boy to agree. "But he's hurt, poor thing. Those bad boys hurt him. Will you fix him?"

Grimbaud looked up at the boy, trust and conviction obvious in her eyes. She'd only just met him, but she had every faith that he not only wanted to help the dog, but could. He could do anything, at least to her mind. She smiled up at him hopefully.


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