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Posted on December 3, 2014 at 02:36:27 AM by grimbaud
I feel out of place here, in this moment, in this place. Though our telepathic bond has been severed, I do not require it to feel my girl's joy and wonder in this moment; in fact, it feels as though the entire room has been filled, every crack and crevice, with her happiness as she looks up at Tristan's grandmother. Sensing nothing but kindness from the woman, and seeing the casualness in Tristan's sprawl as he commandeers her couch, I am willing to put my trust in her for the time being. This has been the hardest part for me since our arrival, this gradual but immense realization that many here in this Castle - in all of Shaman, perhaps - are good. Not perfect, no, but... While some still turn a blind eye to my damaged girl and her plight, there are always some who will feed her, or talk with her, or help us out in some other way. She has made so many friends of late, so many that when we drift to sleep she chatters on and on about her plans for the next day, where we will go and who we will see. Though she definitely favors Tristan, and though I know she will always be exceptionally fond of Mallos, when she looks to Nimueh I sense... an eagerness, almost a desperation. I am grateful for the woman's kindness, and for Tristan bringing her here. I stay on the outer edge of the gathering, far enough that the hare - while no doubt keenly aware of my presence - can at least see I have no interest in harming him. And speaking of the hare, his comment has caused my girl quite the giggle.
"He's a hair?" she repeats, her tone equal parts curious and amused. She gives Nimueh a gap-toothed grin, swaying from side to side a bit as little girls do when particularly pleased. "I like his name," she adds, slowly repeating it as if sounding it out. "Yours is pretty too. How do you spell it? My name is G-R-I-uh... N?" "M," I correct gently, and earn a bright grin of my own from my girl. Grimbaud watches Nimueh watching Tristan, and though she hasn't a truly jealous bone in her body, I can see that she knows there is something special between the two. A bond she does not have with anyone but me, really, and as a familiar, I know our relationship is different than it would be between her and another fairy. Still, seeing this connection makes her smile, and I can see that she is happy that Tristan and Nimueh are happy. Grim brightens eagerly as Nimueh's attention returns to her, and the woman revealed her own favorite colors. She nods her approval, taking Nimueh's hand with absolute trust and affection already glittering in her eyes. "Those are very good favorites!" she says, and then brightens even more (somehow) at the mention of food. "Yes, pretty please!" She chatters amiably at Nimueh, but is struck dumb, utterly without comment, perhaps for the very first time in her entire life, when they swing into the kitchen. Finally, with apparent effort, she lets out a barely detectable moan of sheer want. Had her hand not still been in Nimueh's, I have no doubt my girl would have clapped her hands behind her back just to keep herself from temptation. When Nimueh hands her a plate, my girl glances down at it and then back up, confusion quickly replaced by wonder. "You mean," she whispers, as if it's all just too good to be true. "I can pick... whatever?" Tristan breezes through at that moment, taking a treat of his own. The serious moment passes, and Grim giggles as Tristan is caught in the act. "We should tie him up and have Celly-don lick his feet!" |
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