[ As it happens, she'd been raised around more than enough animals, to find it all familiar. Or perhaps little brothers and sisters who were always too young pretending they were too old. It often presented the same. The recoil, lack of contact and yet offering in want of it, whilst pretending that they didn't care one way or another. When Farfalee was younger, it often ran the same risk of getting bitten as one of the livestock dogs.
So she offers the same in a way. She makes no comment, knowing it would not be wanted. It was always easier if they could pretend it wasn't happening, even when they wanted it so much. Her arm looped around his shoulder and guided him against her side. Tucking him against the side of her neck where - she is warm from the sunshine of the day, and the sturdy linen of her dress is soft. There are no sharp lines, no threats, just comfort from someone not so worried and concerned. There she carefully ran her fingers against the back of his head in a soothing gesture.
He was not alone. There were things that could happen from tears that did not end in catastrophe. ]
Perhaps. If it comes to that. We cannot know their will. What their plan is. Why they have brought us here. I am sure it will show itself in time. But best to see to this, now.
[ To her mind, it is the workings of the Spirit, quite plainly. Everything pointed to it. The lack of consistency, presenting something that seemed like humanity might understand and yet missing details that should make it truly so. Revealing and hiding parts of the world. It struck her as one of her dreams, sent from the Sea-Father. It revealed much, caused stronger feelings, yet never made much sense if to be explained.
To it, she is simply patient. Just as she is with him now.
And if that is lonely, hurting, to her too, it is as much for her benefit as his, to hold someone, anyone at all. She had children, a husband, people all around her all her life, this emptiness gave her no comfort. Made her want, just as much, even a shred of connection. ]
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So she offers the same in a way. She makes no comment, knowing it would not be wanted. It was always easier if they could pretend it wasn't happening, even when they wanted it so much. Her arm looped around his shoulder and guided him against her side. Tucking him against the side of her neck where - she is warm from the sunshine of the day, and the sturdy linen of her dress is soft. There are no sharp lines, no threats, just comfort from someone not so worried and concerned. There she carefully ran her fingers against the back of his head in a soothing gesture.
He was not alone. There were things that could happen from tears that did not end in catastrophe. ]
Perhaps. If it comes to that. We cannot know their will. What their plan is. Why they have brought us here. I am sure it will show itself in time. But best to see to this, now.
[ To her mind, it is the workings of the Spirit, quite plainly. Everything pointed to it. The lack of consistency, presenting something that seemed like humanity might understand and yet missing details that should make it truly so. Revealing and hiding parts of the world. It struck her as one of her dreams, sent from the Sea-Father. It revealed much, caused stronger feelings, yet never made much sense if to be explained.
To it, she is simply patient. Just as she is with him now.
And if that is lonely, hurting, to her too, it is as much for her benefit as his, to hold someone, anyone at all. She had children, a husband, people all around her all her life, this emptiness gave her no comfort. Made her want, just as much, even a shred of connection. ]