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Posted on September 29, 2014 at 11:52:08 PM by grimbaud
SOMEONE was supahhh excited when she realized Tris will be her cousin when Cia adopts her.... "HE'LL NEVER ESCAPE ME NOW!!" lmao!
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"Sausage?" my girl repeats with curiosity, even as the dog gently wolfed down her offering. She shook her head at the boy's question, a thoughtful little frown etched on her otherwise jovial features. As usual, though, such expressions were quickly shoved away, replaced by her typical grin. At his offer, she accepted the sausage (with a belated 'thank you' after she caught my stern look from the corner of her eye) and popped it into her mouth. Her grin was instant and bright. "It's yummy! No wonder you like it!" This was direct towards Hodain, whom she was eagerly petting about the ears.
My girl, while seemingly incapable of experiencing darker emotions, was able to recognize them on the faces of others. Tristan's smile drooped, and Grimbaud seemed to droop with him. Without thinking, and without hesitation, she took Tristan's free hand in hers and offered him a smile, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Me neither," she said sympathetically, in reply to his comment about not having a mother for a very long time. Grimbaud has mentioned, in the vague sort of way she has, that she remembered someone long, long ago who smelled of lemons and had a pretty laugh, but neither of us know if this is the mother she once had, nor how it was that she went from that seemingly happy environment to bearing the scars and limp she now has. As Tristan continued, though, Grimbaud instantly brightened. "You have a grandma?" she said, this time with a cheerful squeal. "Does she make cookies? And smell nice? What does she look like?" Grimbaud had released the prince's hand in order to clasp both of hers under her chin in a begging gesture, clearly desperate to hear more about the prince's grandmother. At Tristan's comment that the woman would adore her, Grim's eyes (impossibly) lit up even further. Though I could tell she was seconds away from begging Tristan to take her to his grandmother (no doubt hoping for some cookies along the way), her attentions were quickly returned to the bright green familiar at Tristan's side. As the big dog approached, Grim held perfectly still, almost as if she were afraid to breathe and scare the timid beast off. When he timidly licked at her fingers, Grim resisted (barely) the urge to let out a squeal of triumph and instead continued to coo gently at him. She giggled as he withdrew his head again. "Awww, it's okay Cellydon, you don't have to be shy!" The dog stepped forward tenatively and Grim once more held her breath until he was within range. Then, immediately, she began gently rubbing his ears. "You're such a good boy! Such a pretty puppy!" Her effervescent praise was eventually interrupted by Tristan's question. Her mouth opened on what I could only assume was her typical answer (something along the lines of 'Gisli's the boss of me!' despite the fact she had me wrapped around her finger), when the young man clarified. She gave a little shrug, one arm lifting significantly higher than the other as her scars limited the motion on her right side. "Mallos got these clothes for me, he's awful nice," she said. "And sometimes some of the other people are nice, like the guards." |
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- those of low bearing and those born to fly - By tristan October 5, 2014 at 08:37:13 PM
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