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Author Topic: A Fistful of Ribbons  (Read 3196 times)

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« on: November 14, 2014, 10:18:00 PM »
((OOC: The Ko one is going to take a bit longer – Ri’s been getting neglected a little recently since she usually steamrolls everyone, so she’s happily skipping the queue for once – but tada! Hope it works~))

 It was still strange coming along the scarlet street without Kvasir - Rian hadn't visited for nigh on a fortnight, and the betrayal and loneliness had yet to fade. Kvas's home without Kvas seemed pointless, the food she didn't want to waste given to strangers and a woman who had sent her friend away.

 Stealing was more difficult, alone. (Everything was.) Missing footsteps that should have kept pace with her stored up inside, beating out a hollow space, and suddenly every person she passed was talking about soldiers dying. Which she was certain was just coincidence, chance, that she was only noticing them more or hearing things that weren’t there because she was worried, and that it was only some soldiers and Kvas wasn't going to die. Not even when he was a full soldier. He would be fine, even if he wasn't close. (She wished he was both alright and here, and a part of her wondered why he wasn't - it wasn't hard to disobey family, to go against their wishes and make your own life. It wasn't. But he had a different perspective – his family was more important to him than she was. Than he was to her. She couldn’t help the jealousy, stupid though it was.)

 A part of her wanted to just forget him, let him fade into grey memories like so many other urchins, but he remained stubbornly colourful in her mind, bright blue eyes and musical laughter flashing behind her eyelids and glimpsed in crowds he wasn't in. Their bond was too solid for a little time between each meeting to wear it away. At least, so far it was. (The part of her that didn't want to forget him was terrified that she would.)

 The food she was carrying had been hoarded over several days (she had known this was coming again, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself) - some of the bread was stale and almost brittle against her back. Two tiny bags of tea leaves shuffed with every swing, and somewhere in there onions thudded against worse-for-wear apples. Wrapped around her free fist were hair ribbons - the fabric was rough but the colours were bright; red and purple and orange. There had been a green one, but it was holding her own hair in a ponytail. She had no use for the others. Someone in the brothel would. She preferred not to think past that.

 She skirted along counting doors and hopping cracks in the street until she came to the right one and hesitantly knocked, the ribbons fluttering from her small fist. The rough wood swung under her knuckles, revealing an eerily quiet hallway. The flaxen head tilted into the space, looking around. She needed someone to take the sack and then needed said bag back, to fill again. And possibly water - her throat was dry from the walk here. She would live without it, though. There were plenty of pumps that she was now big enough to work on the way back.

 “... Hello?” There were voices coming from somewhere inside, but she didn't want to enter without permission. The world was apparently conspiring against a quick exit.


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« Reply #1 on: November 16, 2014, 04:03:00 PM »
It was "an adjustment" all around. Even had Líknví been able to hear, she wouldn't have understood that word she picked up off reading any more than she did. Unknowingly she understood the sentiment, though.

Even in the short time he'd had, she'd gotten use to Finch there, to the extra bits snuck her way along with the other children of the house, to how he'd let her sit right next to him, even often times drawing her even nearer to a lap and so she could feel the vibrations as he talked.

There were many children of varying ages in the house, and they seemed to keep coming, but it was Finch Lí would notice enter a room and nightmares would be not so bad if he was near to sooth and shush. Even toddlers of her age had them or just restlessness from never diminishing hunger.

Now she had to get use to him not being here. She hardly knew she got the sign right as she saluted as she'd seen enough to think fit for Finch's send off, yet next moment had come a more fluid and known gesture as she hugged where she could reach of him.

Still, she kept forgetting. On the rare times of being able to find bed space, she'd wake with an assumption that Finch shared his turn as he most times did and then have to recall that, no, she'd quietly stole it her own self. Such as this morning, when she gently enough rousted and reached a tiny fist to snug in the comfort of Finch's own as she'd sometimes do. This time she just grabbed a handful of sheets. Blinking, she found a rarity, she was alone in the soft space.

The little toddler didn't worry over this fact too much, just sat up and, thumb finding her mouth in an even just absent self-soothing, the girl glanced about and tried to let her other senses tell her what she needed to know. It hit but didn't feel real, even after all these days, and doubting what she knew of the status of things, Líknví quickly let herself down off the bed and made it to the hallway. In a way, she could "talk" way before most of the other kids her age, even if with made-up signs and since babies picked up gesture first before words. Her tiny hand gripped air, and then came to her mouth, maybe part of the asking, or the toddler was just chewing her fingers now.

Eitherway her question she couldn't ask out properly or even really form to herself went unanswered. As if double checking, Líknví darted suddenly for the main room. She glanced about and chewed at her fingers some more. It was empty too, though judging by the fire in the hearth, which held some heat to it, someone had already stirred about for the day. A sudden giggle and Líknví charged across the main room space and over to the kitchen proper, covering her eyes and then uncovering them as if to surprise...no one. Her smile and hands dropped and puzzlement came to her tiny face once more.

Finch really was gone, it had been him she'd been hoping to surprise, of course.

Why she thought he, of every candidate in the crowded house, had been the one to light the fire was a question that was hard asked of her tiny mind and logic. Even she didn't know, just that somehow the quiet house put it into perspective again. Lí rocked on her heels a bit, then took to sitting straight down on the kitchen floor in the spot she currently occupied.

For all this, she didn't look dejected or cry, she was sort of too shy a kid for scenes. That and distracted attention spans of the very young. Her feet spread out before her were interesting and Lí moved them back and forth, watching them a bit in more distraction and as she sucked her thumb again. Then she lay flat on the floor and studied the ceiling, meagre though it was. The sounds of activity from the back were lost on the deaf girl and, instead, she was left to her own world and ponderings, whatever they were, as she lay there.

After a bit, she moved, rolling back over and scuttling to the open pantry, perhaps smell reminding her how empty her stomach was or she was just reminded herself. Líknví had been weaned for a bit now, and it was a relief of duty off the other women of the house. Now she scavenged like the others. Well, up till a year prior she'd had some help with that!

The struggle that was had for the toddler to reach down dry bread somehow made her miss Finch all the deeper, though she missed him for the none superficial too. It seemed an ill-matched fight for her baby teeth, but Lí valiantly nibbled and found success, and if the bread took a while to eat, that was ok, she didn't have anything else taking her attention at the moment and none trying to steal it. She didn't hear the knock at the door either, nor the call.

Lí would have perhaps stayed sitting there, working at her breakfast, if her young attention span didn't wander again. After some half success, she left, leaving the bread on the floor as she didn't know she shouldn't do and crawling back out of the pantry. She was all set to just toddle back past the main room and door, not even sure what her next "plan" was, but was stalled by the door being open.

Thumb going back to her mouth, Líknví turned and her pale blue eyes scanned the figure at the door and the bag she held. It was the same one before...wasn't it...yeah!

Her thumb left her mouth for a baby-toothed grin and then the bright colored ribbons took her focus next. Lí was still polite enough, without knowing it, to not forgo gift givers and, rushing forward, hugged Finch's friend's leg happily, beaming up at her, and then bending to investigate the ribbons!

Lifting another smile up to the older Dwarfling, Líknví waved a fist full of the ribbons while her other hand made an unknown gesture. She then noticed that that apparently wasn't all, and leaned forward as if to peer into the bag interestedly before lifting her quizzical, smiling gaze back up to the girl.

{There ya go! No help at all XD}

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« Reply #2 on: December 31, 2014, 06:40:00 PM »
Just as Rian was about to give up and go – wander around for a half hour or so, loop back and see if anyone was stirring by then – the hollow padding of tiny, bare feet reached her ears. The unsteady gait of a child old enough to run but young enough to always be at risk of falling tipped the little one from one short stride into the next, soft brown hair bouncing around her shoulders. Rian knew before the wide blue eyes met hers, but they confirmed it – Líknví. Kvasir’s sort-of sister. Not him, she knew it hadn’t been him, not so loud and unsteady…

 Lí couldn’t hear, so it must have been pure chance that brought her here. There was a silent grin and Rian knew she should be smiling back, but she was frustrated and in a hurry. Sort of. Why did her eyes have to be so similar? One corner of her mouth lifted unsurely, but that was all she could summon.

 The dwarfling rushed towards her and Rian took a half-step backwards – it wasn’t enough to escape getting her leg hugged. She rolled her eyes but resisted shaking the smaller girl off. No need to be rude. Then the bright smile reappeared and fixed on her, before Lí’s attention as stolen by the fluttering strips of cloth.

 “Do you want them?” No response, but for a gesture Ri couldn’t read. Her Iglishmêk was dodgy at best, a collection of half-signs gathered both from the Iron Hills and here.

 That blue gaze – so like Kvasir’s, it was amazing that they weren’t blood – shifted to the bag of food and back to Rian’s perplexed green eyes. Neither of them knew exactly what to make of this. Talking louder was useless, and Rian knew that, but she couldn’t help it as she held out the bag. Offering. Enunciating each word clearly.

 “Can. You.” She tipped her head towards the toddler. “Go. In there.” She pointed, the ribbons fluttering. “And. Find. Someone. To talk. To me?” The enquiry was impatient, Rian eager to leave. But then she had a quicker idea. All she needed to do was find the kitchen table and leave the stuff – and maybe a note, just to explain. She didn’t need to talk to anyone.

 Unsure if Líknví had understood and was about to obey or not, Rian shook her head and clapped a hand on her shoulder. The hand with the ribbons streaming behind it, drawing green eyes for a moment. Again she spoke slow and clear and a little louder than normal, finding time to wonder if the toddler had any way of knowing that her voice was so hoarse. “Wait – Can I-” She pointed at herself. “Come in?” And past the smaller dwarfling. This might work. It would be preferable to dealing with adults, if it did.


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« Reply #3 on: January 04, 2015, 10:31:00 PM »
Rian, as it had been mouthed enough times for Lí to catch for the most part, only gave a half smile back and attempted to step aside as the toddler rushed up, but Lí didn't take this personally no matter if she should or no. Her gaze flittered too much to catch the offer, or just simple question, on if Líknví herself wanted the brightly colored hair ribbons which would be more brightly colored play-things to her, unless Amadith braided her hair and she used one or two, but that would be a bit much attention even from Ástir to a mere toddler of the house and when it was more likely the other women of the house would at some point confiscate them or find better use.

The bag she peered at was next held out, making Lí glance to Rian's face puzzled and as she tried to determine out what it meant, tiny hands fluttering hesitantly just off instinct of taking what was handed one and even if the toddler knew on some level she couldn't carry the bag.

Lí's tiny mouth moved a bit though without sound as she followed, just in curiosity and learning, the formation of Rian's mouth and 'words'. She got more off the point (watching the color flutter as the older girl executed such).

Then Finch's friend shook her head and clapped a hand to the tiny toddler's shoulder, drawing her full focus from those blue eyes. Shy as she was, she didn't fear this other child and one Finch trusted so who she already knew was good near as she could manage this thought in her tiny logic and more just feelings.

Her smile grew at the touch, then, and she still just watched. Rian pointed to herself and then in, clear enough of a statement even for the toddler and with some even poorer baby talk of made up happy babblings when she hadn't even heard babblings, Lí took the girl's hand and walked with her inside. She watched, curiously as she made over to the table, climbing onto a chair as best she could to peer and investigate in to the bag.

Tiny hands grabbed an onion and turned it about, but then she found that a testing bite was not a good idea and her tiny face scrunched. She let it drop and went seeking more, finding an apple next, the spots not bothering her. A bite of that was better and she smiled again, babbling and holding it out, either thanking or offering it to Rian. Then she jumped down again, grabbing Rian's hand with one hand and still holding the apple with the other until it tumbled due to her unsure grip with a tiny hand.

Líknví glanced to it with rounded eyes such as any and all mishaps seemed to bring forth, before smiling again and turning her attention back to Rian, also continuing to tug her towards the main room, in her mind there being no reason the other girl wouldn't want to or couldn't just stay and...well Lí would figure out a game or something or something to show her as she found something. Maybe even the ribbons! Her now free hand fluttered over to investigate them again.

{Did I tell you to apologize to Rian for me yet? Well do so if you haven't <3}

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« Reply #4 on: January 25, 2015, 06:10:00 PM »
Now they were getting somewhere. Perplexed confusion and instant distraction had changed to understanding, and the little one took her hand and led her inside with a stream of confusing syllables and fractions of words, babbling in a chaotic river that she couldn’t stop fruitlessly searching for meaning.

 She had to take small steps quickly to keep in pace and not trip over Líknví, wary until they reached the kitchen and she could breathe a sigh of relief. Good, she had been worried that the smaller dwarfling was about to lead her straight into a group of the women working here and a very awkward situation.

 She set the bag on the table for a moment, pausing to unwind the hair ribbons from her fist. By the time she was done, Li was already hunting for food – green eyes found her midway into biting an onion and Rian raised a hand cautiously.

 “That won’t taste very-”

 It dropped and Rian caught it, wondering if perhaps she should put the food somewhere Li wouldn’t be able to sabotage any of it. But the little girl was skin and bone, Ri couldn’t begrudge her something.

An apple. An apple would do. There were five or six in total, one could easily be spared. In the meantime she could empty the bag, get ready to go again.

 Suddenly the apple was in her face again as she was almost done, a clean bite taken out of it. Before she could figure out if she was being told off for the brown speckles on the skin or offered some, it was gone again. Li moved fast for such a small thing, bare feet hitting the ground with a thud and then wrapping tiny warm fingers around her hand again. Another thud, smaller, as the apple tumbled. Rian wasn’t fast enough to catch it this time (she had been busy extracting the second bag of tea leaves from the bottom corner, ensuring that there was nothing else left in there) but she swiped it up a moment later, wiping it on the sleeve of her captured arm. Li was already tugging her on to some unknown destination but Rian dug her heels in both literally and figuratively – the latter against wide blue eyes and a tiny smile.

 “Nooo. I have to go. Don’t you want your apple back?” Rian waved the fruit gently, trying to attract her attention back. Probably too many words and not enough gesturing to get her meaning across, but it would do. The apple had to be eaten now, what with the bite out of it and everything, or it would go off. She didn’t want to see her thieving spoils wasted. “Hey, where would I get water? Water. She tugged her hand back to mime drinking, realising that she still had the ribbons clasped in it. It took a moment to set them on the table, crossing her arms so she kept the apple held out for Li to take if she wanted. Then she finally managed the imitated action.


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« Reply #5 on: January 26, 2015, 04:53:00 PM »
Toddlers and very small children lacked that tact that clued them in to social cues of how people were taking things and pressed for masks that fit. Even Líknví, while not becoming very good at it, would learn enough of when to shut down, giving up and slink back off in useless situations.

She'd learn to stop trying, to stop showing so much how exactly attention deprived she was. Sort of pretend not to be though she'd never make it believable.

Especially without Kvas here. It didn't delve quite so far into the lacking spaces of her life in never having or knowing a father figure though she got lucky enough to gain a brother and be given some guidance in how men were suppose to act, though most Lí saw wouldn't follow the pattern and would show a different one.

In her clinging to Astir and even Finch not dispelling the knowledge she would one day have that her blood...hadn't wanted her in the deepest sense and that even when her mother was about to pass from where Lí could burden her she'd ordered her life ended, why the girl would never understand.

But right now it was simple. She wasn't trying to rope Rian into being a friend or sister, she would never do that, it would just come, but she did want attention and a playmate. The other children lost their patience early with her and she even confounded the other toddlers about.

The toddler lead Ri to a chair and gently shoved at her legs to try and tell her she could sit. That the little girl wanted her to! A bright smile on her face, she watched the fluttering ribbons again and Rian miming...something. Drink! Cup! One of those!

Lí darted off, but not quite so far as to the kitchen, finding a discarded cup on the table and climbing back up to grab it before jumping down again and rushing over with it triumpantly, not catching Ri wanted water with it.

More babble came as Líknví held it up and offered it to the older girl before finally taking notice of the apple again and taking it with tiny hands, working at it again. But she wanted two things at the exact same time and her tiny attention span darted back and forth between food readily here and not snatched yet and another child's attention also here and not snatched yet.

"Wa--", mouth full, Lí at least made coherent alliteration this time and, trying to retain hold of both needs at the same time, though she was too young to recognize this was her aim, attempted to climb into the girl's lap still holding her apple! It was hard going, and she finally settled on giving Rian's lap the apple back just until she made it. The tiny girl then took the fruit back and munched at it while her other hand fluttered interestedly to the ribbons again and she babbled more, gigging up at the girl and then saying something else, some comment on the ribbons completely missed. She gave another baby toothed smile, then bit the apple, curious blue eyes scanning Rian's face before falling back to the ribbons.

{If Ri will sit still for all that...XD Poke me if I need to edit anything <3}

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« Reply #6 on: May 12, 2015, 10:12:00 AM »
Judging by the chair behind Rian and the insistent pushing against her legs, she was intended to sit. She didn’t particularly want to – she wanted to leave, and soon – but she wasn’t given much choice in the matter. Unless she just pushed past the little girl and ignored her, but that would be too cruel. Li just wanted attention.

 She probably misses Kvas too. That thought accompanied the drop into the chair, which in turn accompanied a similar dropping feeling of longing inside her. She was left holding the apple as Li darted to the other side of the table to snatch a clay cup. The young thief guessed that she’d been misunderstood, but she continued to hope otherwise until the container was offered to her. Bone dry and empty, of course. She exchanged it for the apple nonetheless, looking around for a pitcher or some other large container for water. There had to be something, and if Li wasn’t able to help then she’d find it herself. The conflicted expression on the toddler’s face was completely lost in the distraction.

 “Wa-” Water? Rian nodded quickly, but apparently that hadn’t been what the lone syllable meant. Apparently it meant ‘I’m going to climb into your lap, sit still.’

 The blonde dwarfling attempted to help but Li managed mostly by herself, all elbows and knees and sharp corners. Rian wasn’t all that soft either, and suspected that her lap wasn’t a very comfortable place to be. There was babbling and giggling and more half-words taken to have entirely the wrong meaning, and the apple began to disappear more steadily. Tiny hands reached for the ribbons with yet more nonsense commentary, and bright blue eyes and soft smiles prevented Rian from even thinking about shunting the smaller girl off her knees in order to take her leave.

 She was about to speak but then remembered, and blew thoughtlessly at the little one’s hair to get her to look back from the ribbons. “Hey.” She tipped her head back to the hair ties, indicating them without using her hands (which were currently hovering nervously lest Líknví slip). “You want one?” Li wasn’t family, of course, but she was related to Kvasir and Kvas was the closest friend Rian had – the bonds that blood had given her had never done much good and she still associated the word family too heavily with forced and caged to use it – so perhaps it would be alright to touch her hair. Didn’t seem like anyone else was bothering; it was loose, though brushed.


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« Reply #7 on: May 14, 2015, 02:46:00 PM »
{Blue! Are you seriously suggesting Rian braid...I'll die of cute if that is where this is going!! <3 <3}

The time allotted to work at the apple without having to guard it did not go unnoticed by Líknví, more or less, though she didn't consciously draw it to the fore or anything. It came out in just a happy little pleased feeling as her little teeth worked at more and more of the skin, or maybe that was just the toddler's pleased-with-themselves-feeling she had become more and more acquainted with since having to work at her own food once given a bit of help with getting most times (and keeping!).

Maybe they were so close most times that they were in fact the same feeling.

It was all distracted happy though, along with the happy and interested as Rian sat there and Lí sat with her, forced or no. A few bites of the apple, working at more of the inner soft flesh and creating a sort of small hole amidst the apple's red and multicolored exterior (some of the colors spots sure, but Lí wasn't picky), took the toddler's all but full focus and after about five she felt something.

Her hair blown aside. Instantly her widened eyes came back over to Rian, gaining the intent but also...a grin spread and the apple dropped to the tiny girl's lap (maybe more Rian's lap since she didn't have much of one to her) as tiny hands clapped and a small giggle came.

Everything instantly seemed to turn to a game, and especially with this happy feeling. It was more than attention. Rian was fun, that was as close as Lí could get to identifying the happiness. A grip to the older girl's tunic and Líknví attempted standing in the precarious lap space now, blowing softly with her own mouth, returning favor and smiling again as Rian's loose hair moved!

With another giggle she plopped back down (probably pretty precarious without Rian's presence!), then caught that the older girl was saying more stuff. Something in all her moving she'd almost missed...Lí followed Rian's indication. Oh! The ribbons! She caught the concept of offering if not the possible offering for her own hair.

Still, Líknví's small hand fluttered out to pick one. It was just too-on-point toddler preference perhaps, Lí didn't truly understand yet associations and hadn't begun avoiding certain ones--she would always struggle with what to do with the color pink and whether it was the same or not--but the first gently pulled from the pack was a more deep, actual red color, if still attempting for bright.

Even if it should have been the most familiar color to the girl and thus picked.

"Na'!", Líknví dropped the thing to flutter to the ground dismissed and picked again, a pretty white one with a few other colors lightly dyed in, before the girl even knew what white doves were, still, a choice was made and she told Rian of it even without fully understanding if the older girl was just going to let her play with the ribbon for a bit.

Holding the ribbon in front of her face, Lí blew it out again, towards Rian and giggled, next holding it out. This one! Now what?

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« Reply #8 on: May 20, 2015, 03:15:00 PM »
For a moment Rian worried that blowing at her had been a bad idea, the blue eyes flying wide with surprise. But then the toddler grinned, clapped her small hands. Her giggle elicited a muted match from Rian, although the older girl’s volume dropped midway. The apple thumped into her lap as the tiny fists closed around handfuls of her tunic, the toddler pulling herself upright. Worry made green eyes flicker around, hands rising to hover closer to Li as the risk of her falling off the chair increased. The breath moving blonde tresses was unexpected, making her blink and then smile, still confused.

 The child thief almost grabbed Li when she plopped back down, spindly limbs digging in and having her mouthing half of a swearword before she stopped herself, the fact that the toddler couldn’t hear or see her in that moment having no effect on the edge of guilt.

 When Líknví pulled out the red ribbon, the older girl froze. Any other ribbon. She would have happily pulled the green one from her own hair if it meant that the tiny girl wouldn’t have scarlet in her hair, like she more than probably had scarlet in her future, please choose another ribbon–

 “Na’!” Red fluttered in the air, and Rian didn’t bother to catch it. It could sit in the dust for a bit, out of Li’s reach. A sigh of relief stirred the toddler’s hair again as she pulled out a white tie with the pale hints of a rainbow threading through it. It was held out, blown towards Rian and triggering a hint of a smile.

 “Alright.” She closed the small fingers over the ribbon instead of taking it. “You hold it for a minute.” Her own hands were quick and sure, far more used to braiding her own hair than anyone else’s but able to adapt easily enough. Cautious, she reached for the soft brown tresses, barely touching them as she gave Li an enquiring look. “Can I braid your hair?” Better to check – if she pulled away from the outsider touching her hair Rian would happily leave her be. Not her sister. “Back or sides?” She gestured, wondering if it mattered to Li whether she would be able to see the ribbon she had chosen.


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« Reply #9 on: May 22, 2015, 02:08:00 PM »
{Short and Sweet <3}

Her hair was ruffled again by a slight breeze, Líknví unaware of all the relief that went into the gesture and expression as well as quite what she'd caused by her eyes landing for a moment on familiar shade before, for some reason or other, picking again.

Her choice seemed a good one though, or at least the older girl agreed and smiled as well as Lí blew it out playfully.

Pale blue eyes came up and over to study Rian's face as her own tiny hand was closed about her gift. Líknví smiled compliantly while reading what Rian said as well as she could. Then the older girl's hand came over to lightly touch at her hair yet non-to-forcefully and almost unsure still.

If Lí minded, she'd have quickly told Rian and darted off to hide after, yet the tiny girl remained where she was but for her eyes flicking over that way curiously before landing back on Rian's own green shades. She gave another baby-toothed smile and leaned her head nearer, almost snugging in to the touch, a quite big thing for her and seeming permission though she still didn't quite catch the offer, at least not until Rian gestured and helped out with the concept a bit. Back or Sides

Lí gripped a small fistful of her own hair and seemed to be considering...or getting distracted again...and finally made a perhaps still not fully caught up choice but choice all the same and one not likely to displease.

She held up her tiny hand holding her hair to the side as if to answer and another small giggle came.

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« Reply #10 on: May 28, 2015, 11:15:00 AM »
Calm blue eyes and an unworried smile were good signs, but not enough by themselves. It was only when Líknví kept still but not fear-stiff as small fingers ghosted over her locks that Rian was sufficiently reassured, finding herself wondering why exactly she was doing this. It didn’t fit well into the leave as soon as possible plan.

 But then Li pushed her head into the touch like a kitten, and Rian was distracted. The thoughts were shoved away to be dealt with later.

 The question seemed to cause confusion, Li tangling even an smaller hand in the soft brown tresses. Now, was this an answer, or did she just want to play with her hair a little? It was held out to the side definitely enough that Rian could see how it might have been an answer and decided to take it as one – if Li minded, she’d let her know. The tiny giggle made her smile again, and she poked the strands out of the small fist with all the gentleness she could summon. It only took a moment to put the hair back in order and get the toddler turned sideways in her lap, and Rian didn’t require much deliberation for what braid she would do. It was simple enough, quick, her well-trained hands section the soft brown hair into three parts and then abandoning two. The first was sectioned into three again, and the girl thief set to work.

 The braid was narrow, not tight enough to hurt but not loose enough to go messy quickly. It didn’t take long to finish – none of this would, she wasn’t spending too much time here. And who cared if she stopped to have fun every once in a while, and brighten Kvasir’ sister’s day?

 Rian borrowed a narrow scrap of orange cloth from the table to hold the tiny braid while she worked with the rest, setting the plait over Li’s shoulder and hoping the toddler wouldn’t undo it while she sorted the rest. It was halved carefully, and then the blonde lass set to weaving again, using the smaller braid as the third section. The tail curled around because of the angle she was working at, and would settle in front of Li. That counted as sides rather than back, right?

 It didn’t take long to finish, and then Rian held her handiwork up for the younger girl to see. It wasn’t quite long enough to make it easy, but there was enough to reach into her field of vision.

 “What do you think? That good?” She took the ribbon without asking, though the tug that freed it was gentle, manners skipped until she was sure this wouldn’t unravel as soon as she set go. The bow was small, tied tight and neat, and then she had only to pull the plaited hair slightly wider to settle it. “There. Done!”

((OOC: Ahh, this got longer than I was intending! I know there’s not a lot for Li to do, sorry, does this work? Also, braid should look like this but it's not straight down her back.))


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« Reply #11 on: June 03, 2015, 02:35:00 AM »
{Daww, Kitten comment is love. Ok there's a lot in this thread that...anyway! <3 It is all awesome Blue! ~ Hope Random-Toddler-Reactions are enough too!}

If all this hadn't seemed a rare game already, the older girl, Rian (somehow even with problems with learning sounds and letters, Lí could see the shaped word enough to get Rian's name right...or as right as she could be hoped to ever), poking the hair that Líknví still grasped tightly gently out from her tiny fist reinforced it! The tiny girl's tongue appeared between mostly-come-in teeth.

Even though she still didn't fully understand the offer, Rian smoothed fingers over and through Lí's hair with enough purpose and confidence that the toddler caught there was a plan and just sat, awaiting out what it was in a sense. She didn't have need of being fidgety if she wasn't scared or unsure in any present situation and somehow was instilled, in this instant anyway, with the same trust sense as she always gave Kvasir, never once doubting his plans and purposes and even rushing as eagerly as her shy temperament could to her brother in all ways that mattered.

Líknví attempted glancing over, still just curious, towards Rian a few times even as the girl worked, but could just feel herself how that intruded and so quit doing such, still the tiny glimpses of focused green eyes and green tied hair on Rian's part brought...a half pondering.

Are you gonna stick around and be nice too?
Like Finch?


It wasn't really so formed a thought, just...a vague wondering and even smaller longing perhaps trying to be a thought. There wasn't any true purpose or realization to her being possibly-clingy.

The ribbon she had been entrusted was enough for Líknví's focus though, and it quickly took it once more. The toddler wrapped both hands around her prize she somehow just knew, off the firm hand clasp of before, she had to guard. It could not drop!

Played with, yes! Lí brought it up, stretched over her nose and giggled, almost tipping her head but then recalling, mostly off the more tugging it caused by it's own movement, not to do that. She glanced over, curious if she was disturbing Rian's process, again in as much as it could take her focus, then, lowering her ribbon, moved on.

Orange was next tied into her hair, and a braid flung over to her line of sight, thankfully her feeling of purpose saved Rian's work. A tiny hand left the ribbon to investigate but then recalled it wasn't holding the   ribbon and in that instant Lí had decided that was most important. More off random toddler flightiness than taking the request that seriously and long-recalled.

Rian finished up quick enough, gently tugging back Lí's charge of the ribbon, which the girl relinquished, and finishing off the end with it just like her own green (something of this made it in to Líknví and increased the girl's grin). She didn't read the words, but actions said and semi-asked enough. Lí clapped her tiny hands for way of approving. She shook her head as if testing out the new feel, or just to watch the ribbon, then...it would probably have stunned Kvasir or Ástir even straight out had either been there to witness the slight barriers moved so easily past in Líknví's shy nature. All the child really did was to next lean nearer and hug both tiny hands as around Rian as they would go, almost to say thanks. She smiled up at the older girl. Then came more moving, and sporadic ideas!

The toddler didn't try to stand this time, thankfully! Yet she reached up one tiny hand to investigate at Rian's own braid, before leaving and reaching for the top of the girl's head, tiny fingers trying to investigate that, no doubt intent on returning the favor even if it may end with Rian's hair messed up.

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« Reply #12 on: June 03, 2015, 04:14:00 PM »
Líknví sat remarkably still, only the odd glance or movement as she played with her ribbon tugging awkwardly at the hair wrapped around Rian’s fingers. She was adorably careful about keeping hold of the cloth, clinging to it like it was apt to rip away of its own accord.

 Claps answered her question, tiny palms fluttering against each other, and it distantly occurred to Rian that Li couldn’t hear the sound. She only had the impact. What was that like?

 The braid moved as the toddler shook her head, bright blue eyes focused on the ribbon – the older girl quickly snatched the orange ribbon out from beneath when she paused. It wasn’t needed anymore. She was still holding it up when Li’s small arms wrapped around her, the shock of the sudden contact making her freeze.

 Her free hand landed cautiously on Li’s shoulder, not a pat and not a returned hug. I’m not very good at this. Hugs were a rare thing, at this period in her life. Her family’s were rare, and even then resisted and resented, quickly squirmed out of. Her friends, such as they were, didn’t really do embraces. They tended to stick to friendly punches. Or actual punches. She hugged Kvas, but sometimes she wondered if they should be growing out of it (which only made her want to never let go) and he was… Familiar. She knew his bony shoulders. And he wasn’t seen half as often as she would have liked.

 Being embraced without warning by a toddler was alien to her.

 Li smiled warmly up at her, and Rian returned it unsurely. Then the toddler released her, and the girl thief began to wonder about leaving again, feeling much better about it this time.

 But instead of hopping down, the tiny girl ran tiny fingers over Rian’s braid, making her recoil ever so slightly before she got past the shock and stopped herself. She was protective of her hair, to say the least. But she had braided Li’s, shouldn’t that trust go both ways?

 No, a part of her muttered plaintively, as the small hand went to the top of her head. “You want to have a go, huh?” Green eyes glanced around, the orange ribbon was set back on the table, and she tried to gauge how much time she had spent here already. Too much, said that selfish part of her.

 She tugged the green ribbon out with a single movement, letting it fall into her lap. Her thick blonde braid took a minute to undo, and then she took a narrow strand of it to give to Líknví. She took a similar-sized section from the other side, sectioning it absently. Li was too young to learn to braid properly. But she could play (play? With your hair? Are you serious?) – yeah, that would be alright. It was just a little piece and the thief didn’t have the heart to say no to her, really.

 “You take that part and I’ll take this, and you can tie it all when you’re done.” She might not understand, but Rian felt like she had to give some explanation.


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« Reply #13 on: June 04, 2015, 03:08:00 AM »
A small smile was returned towards Líknví's perhaps bold move, the toddler not catching half of the uncertainty that truly lay in it.

The recoiling from her touching of the others own braid Líknví did catch, and retracted her hand back lightly, unsure, blue eyes blinking. Yet as she reached again, she wasn't stopped from patting the top of Rian's head.

“You want to have a go, huh?”

Though it could be argued the child perhaps didn't fully get the question still, Lí grinned again, especially as Rian pulled the green ribbon from her own hair, undoing her own braid and setting a section over within Lí's reach.

Lí missed the words and further explanation, but again didn't need them. Well...perhaps some understanding of the plan would have been good, as it was the end Rian was no doubt expecting and looking for, of a completed braid for Lí to tie, wasn't looking very likely to be the outcome.

Baby babble, not even real words, exuded as Lí reached for Rian's tunic again, reaching to gain leverage up once more, though thankfully not all the way up, just so her hands could reach better.

She settled upon her knees, the blonde tresses and what she was able to reach of them taking her tiny attention span. Gripping the length of hair, Lí didn't immediately set in to braiding it, instead experimenting  and placing it up, upon Rian's head, she watched and gave another baby-toothed grin as it fluttered down once more.

She glanced again to the green shades as if checking.

The tiny child then smiled normally once more and, turning her attention more towards true investigating, took up what she could find of the section once more, twirling it rather than actually braiding it and smiling, pleased with herself even if it did unravel soon as she let it go.

A tiny giggle bubbled forth once more and she brought pale blue eyes back up to Rian's face before lightly gripping the length again and repeating the gesture. Tiny children were nothing if not stuck on repeat of enjoyed actions.

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« Reply #14 on: June 09, 2015, 06:06:00 PM »
Another grin almost too wide for the small face answered Rian’s question, wordless babble spilling from Líknví in a happy stream as she pulled herself up to kneel. The older girl resettled herself in mild discomfort – neither one of them was wrapped in enough fat to cushion sharp little bones.

 A tiny hand fisted around blonde locks and Rian tried to avoid tensing up or snatching it back, pushing away the feeling that the toddler was about to yank it out at the roots.

 Of course, she didn’t. Li raised it gently and let the strands drift down in a soft net, grinning as each flaxen hair caught the light and glinted. Pale blue eyes met green, and Rian gave her a gentle nod, the line of her mouth curving upwards.

 The girl thief braided without looking, watching Li absently as her quick fingers wove a narrow blonde plait with confident ease. The younger girl was far from practiced in comparison, twisting the strands into a rope instead of braiding properly. Then she let it go, the hair springing loose and free again. The tautness and subsequent release at her scalp was strange to Rian, though as Li played she was able to lower her shoulders, and the feeling of having someone touch her hair became a little less jarring.

 The giggle that accompanied the procedure made Rian smile once more. Líknví went to do it again just as she finished her loose braid, and while the toddler still held her new rope tight Rian swept the rest of her hair around and over the shoulder to join the twisted strand. Her throat was tickled by every breath – that water was still needed, and while this was… Not as terrible as she would have assumed, she still had to go. Letting Kvasir's little sister play with her hair indefinitely was not her plan, though it was with a tinge of regret that she considered leaving Li here alone again.

 She just misses Kvas. Rian blinked, surprised by the surge of empathy.

 ... Perhaps she should come back more often.

 Voices hummed through the wall and cemented a decision that for today, anyway, she would have to go soon. The women of the house weren’t all as fair or kind as Ástir – though Ástir was neither, really, she had sent Kvas away – and she was terrified of the notion of being noticed by a client. The green ribbon was loosely wound around the mass of hair and Rian gently took the twisted part from Li, holding it firmly. It wouldn’t stay for long, but it might last a street or two once the ribbon was clamping it tight.

 Rian glanced pointedly the ends of the trailing green fabric (there was more hope of Li being able to tie a knot), smiling almost guiltily now and taking care to speak clearly, though it probably made little difference. “You try to tie it.”


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