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Posted on August 19, 2014 at 10:48:45 PM by grimbaud && gisli
you can grab the parchment if ya want! :D
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Seated close enough to intervene but not so near that the dog, nor the boy and his familiar, would be overwhelmed by my nearness, I watched with careful eyes as the boy sunk until he was nearly eye-level with my girl. Though some might have been intimidated for a number of reasons, my girl thinks of none of these. Here is a friend, she has decided, and with friendship came trust and an unwavering faith that one could make anything, perhaps everything, right with the world. Her babbling begins, as I knew it would eventually, and I can't help but smile a bit in amusement. My girl is such a silly, happy thing. Already the darkness of what could have happened - an attack from the cruel boys among them - has faded; though she worries for her wiry-haired friend sprawled in her lap, she has the confidence and belief that this new boy will fix everything.
Of course, to get to that point, Grim must first wander off on a few tangents, including the bird atop the boy's head. Though the boy flushed at Grim's less-than-delicate curiosity over his height, he does not seem too perturbed by all the questions. In all the years I've known my girl, even I struggle at times to keep up with everything that comes out of her mouth, but the boy seems content to let her ramble on for a bit until I finally interrupt. The bird preens, clearly pleased by Grim's attentions, but Grimbaud bulldozes on to her concerns about the dog - Pablo, of course - before either male has a moment to speak. When the male agrees, albeit a little reluctantly, with her comment about the dog looking like a Pablo, she beams at him as if he'd just consented to give her the moon and stars. When we'd first met, I must admit that I felt a bit of envy for each person she met was a hero in her eyes while I, I am only her Gisli. But I've learned to accept that my Grim is just a loving child, naive and innocent and precious, and content myself to looking out for her and ensuring that she is never harmed. "I think he likes it too, don't you Pablo?" Grim cooed, stroking the dog's head once more. The poor creature thumped his tail in half-hearted agreement, no doubt reacting more to my girl's tone than her actual words. Grim has yet to accept that her abilities have faded with our arrival, certain that her animal friends are just not in the mood to chat. "Okay!" As I'd known she would, Grimbaud agrees instantly, and with great enthusiasm, to the boy's offer to do his best and her own "job" as his assistant. To the dog, she added: "See, my friends will make you alll better!" Grimbaud is rather used to people skipping over the majority of her questions, so when the boy crosses his legs in a more comfortable position and begins answering her earlier ones, her face lights up and a thoughtful little frown forms on her face as if she is trying to memorize all the information he gave her. Like there may be a test on it all later, though I doubt Grim thinks of such things. "I like his name, and your name, Ally-stair!" Grim says immediately. I choke on a laugh at Grim's pronunciation of the boy's name, earning a cheerful - albeit entirely oblivious - smile from my girl. "You don't have to be afraid Anor, Gisli won't eat you. Will you Gisli?" I sigh and shake my head, agreeing that I won't harm the bird. He wouldn't be much more than a mouthful anyways. The bird hops over to my girl and she strokes his head gently. She grins immediately. "Your feathers are so soft! Gisli's ears are soft too, but she doesn't let anyone else pet them," Grim says this with a defeated sounding sigh, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly. Alistair's new question draws Grim's flighty attention again, and this time her frown is more serious and considering. She speaks again to the dog. "Don't bite me, okay Pablo? I know it's owie." Her small hands slip over the dog's thin frame, and I see her wince a bit as she leans over to check his spine. The scars along her back are pulling taut, not enough to cause pain but enough that she notices the discomfort. Still, her discomfort is the least of her concerns: her focus is entirely upon the dog and his needs. "He's hungry and thirsty I bet," she said after a moment, with a nod. "But I think the biggest owie is his leg, it's..." She frowned and pointed at the dog's front left leg, which seemed to have come out of socket at some point and was a primary reason the dog wasn't up and moving. |
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