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[tris cont'd] come with me now!
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Posted on October 8, 2014 at 00:04:32 AM by grimbaud

Grim's eyes, her whole face in fact, lit up at the response she was getting from Celidon, which meant (of course) more cooing and petting and cries of "such a good boy!". She could tell he still wasn't entirely at ease with her, particularly since he chose not to speak, but Grim figured that was just fine. They were friends now, whether the poor green beast liked it or not. She giggled at Tristan's teasing of the dog, pressing an affectionate (and likely just a tad sticky) kiss to the nearest available part of Cel.

"It's alright," Gisli said with a small smile, finally speaking up. "Grim does enough talking for the both of them."

Grimbaud drifted nearer, keeping her hand outstretched so she could still pet Celidon even as her eyes ate up what Tristan was doing. She'd seen some of the men tug on and off some of their armor - mostly gauntlets and the like - but never the larger pieces, and she was fascinated by how everything fit together. Of course, she was quickly distracted (again) from her interest by Tristan's comment about his grandmother. Temporarily ceasing in her petting of Celidon, Grimbaud clapped her hands together under her chin and listened, her expression full of naked longing. How she wished she had a grandma who made treats and gave hugs! Her eyes went dreamy as she pictured the woman, secretly hoping she would have an excuse to run into her sometime. Maybe she would give her a cookie, or let her help when she was making something!

"She sounds awful pretty," Grim said, and that same longing came through in her voice. Though she was happy with her life - who couldn't be with a familiar like Gisli and a whole wide world to explore? - she always wished (not so secretly) that she had a family to belong to. To cuddle with and cook with and love. Her eyes lit up as Tristan spoke in a different language; though her ability to learn and understand languages, particularly animal tongues, had been lost on her arrival to Shaman, her keen ears still delighted in hearing them. "Wow, that's neat!" she gushed enthusiastically. "I always wish I had a gramma."

That desperate look came again, and this time the grandma she pictured looked an awful lot like Nimueh. At Tristan's impulsive offer, Grimbaud's whole being shook with sheer excitement and all she could do was bobble her head up and down over and over again.

"Yes, pleasepleaseplease!" she managed after a few moments of head-bobbing. Her hand slid trustingly into Tristan's without hesitation, not only because she was desperate to meet his grandmother but because she trusted him in general. Gisli drifted nearer, not quite hovering but staying close enough to intervene if she saw any need. Not that she suspected Tristan of any ill-intentions, but her natural protectiveness could not be ignored.

Grim's head bobbled again as he asked her to carry his thigh plates, accepting the weight rather easily. Her limp was less pronounced than it had been recently - the summer heat eased many of her aches and pains, thankfully - and she was just starting to chatter as they walked along when Tristan spoke of his other grandparent. She gaped up at him.

"Mallos is your grandpa?" she asked, her tone just a hair under an excited squeal. "He's the bestest! Did he tell you about the bath nymphs too?"


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