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Posted on August 22, 2014 at 11:14:12 PM by grimbaud && gisli

My girl looks at this man as if she has known him for years, as if he is her very best friend in the world, and I am left, not for the first nor the last time, in awe of her innocence. Though I have done my best to shield her from some of the darkness in the world, the battered state of her body when we first met and the hard life in the jungle and on the streets could have - perhaps should have - left their mark. But Grimbaud is as untainted and starry-eyed as I imagine she would have been when she entered the world. She beams at this man, her face bright and cheerful, as he accepts her gift. We both know - this man and I - that her pretty shell is worthless, but to Grim... to Grim it is something special and precious, despite the fact that there were literally hundreds strewn across the beach when we arrived.

"Okay!" she says, just as cheerfully, when Mallos returns her shell. She smiles at him, trust shining in her soft gray eyes, before carefully replacing the item with our other meager belongings. His hand is offered and Grim accepts it without a second thought; I hadn't expected anything less from her, but I am grateful for the man's glance in my direction. I think, somehow, he knows that this is my girl and I will protect her with everything I have. Not only because I am her familiar, not only because we are bonded, but because she is something utterly precious and rare. She is the light to my dark, the giggle to my growl.

"I like your name!" Grim says cheerfully as they walk along. Had she not been so tired, my girl would have been swinging their clasped hands as she walked, but weak with hunger and getting a bit drowsy as the night progressed, she ended up relying more on his strength to get her damaged leg to cooperate than she would have otherwise. But my fairy does not complain, or even seem to notice that her leg is bothering her. His carefully phrased questions are not missed by me as I fall into step behind them, the nervous-looking Pablo at my side. Grim answers them honestly, her tone still upbeat. "We stay at the beach lots, it's warm and my scars don't hurt so bad and that's nice. But sometimes we stay in the gardens here too. Gis says we're not a'pposed to, but I like them. The castle is pretty! Do you live here?"

At the second part, Grimbaud didn't hesitate to add: "Gisli's the boss of me!" I snorted - loudly - at that. Grimbaud had me wrapped around her little finger, and we both knew it. Still, I was the one looking out for her as best I could. There were so many things I could not offer her, things I wish I could give, but she never complains.

My girl's eyes widen as we enter the kitchen, trying to look at everything all at once. We've been in a few kitchens before but none as large or well-stocked as the castle's. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she gave it a sound pat, giggling a little. Grimbaud followed Mallos' instructions, eager to help and fascinated by the entire process, which was rather remarkable considering her mouth didn't stop moving the entire time.

"Did you know," she began as she went to work with the lemon squeezer, somehow managing to sound rather wise. "That cats can have lots of babies? Like, four! I met a mama kitty once and she had four babies, and she was a real good mama. We met a lady at the beach and she had a potato in the pot," I opened my mouth to correct my girl on the proper saying for what had to be the thousandth time since we'd encountered the pregnant Reece and her familiar, but Grim continued on before I could speak. I shook my head; the man would have to figure out Grimspeak on his own. "She was huge!" I couldn't help but laugh a bit as she held her hands out to show him how 'huge' Reece's tummy had been, exaggerating rather a lot in the process. Grim eyed Mallos' flat belly doubtfully before adding, "Do you have babies?"

Thankfully, Mallos temporarily distracted my girl from this line of questioning as he expertly flipped the pancake. Grimbaud gasped with awe, clapping gleefully. She couldn't have been more impressed, or pleased, if he'd handed her an entire bag of sweets. After a brief respite from her chattering, she picked up again.

"We also met a giant! Well, he says he's not a giant but he's really really really tall, but I wasn't scared cuz he has nice eyes. You have nice eyes too!" she beamed at him again as she said this, finishing up the last lemon half and turning around on her chair to watch him, her legs kicking idly. "Ally-stair, that's the giant, he even helped fix Pablo when the bad boys hurt him. Ally-stair has a pretty bird friend, he's black and white and his feathers are very nice." The ramble worked its way around to her original topic, cats, after a bit. "Did you know that sometimes cats eat birds that are not Anor? But don't be sad, cuz sometimes things have to die and cats are a'posed to eat birds sometimes, cuz they're carnyhorves. It's the circle of life."

Grimbaud finished this with a sage nod and a reassuring smile, clearly worried that her new best friend in the world may be upset by this fact. When the meal was ready to be eaten, Grimbaud's too-thin features lit up all over again. Her belly rumbled again and she lifted her fork, seconds away from digging in. Then, abruptly, a small frown formed on her expressive little face. Her grip tightened on the fork so tightly that her knuckles went white, clearly fighting an internal war with herself. Her gaze slid from the food - her eyes as desperate and hungry - to Pablo and I. My girl was hungry, bordering on starvation, and though she wanted nothing more than to shovel the food into her mouth she was bothered by the fact we had nothing to eat ourselves. Pablo was distracted, hunting up scraps that had been forgotten in the wake of dinner preparation, so I solved the dilemma quickly.

"No way you're getting us to touch that stuff," I said, putting just enough disgust into my voice to convince her I wasn't interested. Grimbaud looked immensely relieved, needing no further encouragement from me to devour everything that was put before her. Not wanting Mallos to think I was ungrateful - he'd done more for Grim than most ever would have - I shot him a slightly apologetic glance when she wasn't looking.

My girl ate her meal in small, tidy bites, but very quickly, as if she hadn't eaten much in days. Which, I reminded myself guiltily, she hadn't. After putting away four of the crêpes, a particularly messy one she'd made herself included, and eyeing a fifth I seriously doubted she'd be able to fit into her packed stomach, she sat back with a contended sigh.

"That was the best ever!" she gushed happily. "Thank you so much!"


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