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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:07 am
Ellandra bit her lip; she'd upset Misha by her turn of phrase, but really, she was used to describing it in that matter. She reached over and patted the poor, confused Essentic's hand. "It's alright, Misha..... I - I phrased that badly. . . Running away with him might be a better term. . "
She hadn't meant to upset Misha or confuse him. He looked so grown up compared to little Ziazan and his siblings, sometimes it was easy to forget just how very young he really was. Not that she had an actual guess on his age, but he was very, very young, she could tell that much.
"Well. . . from what I gathered wh-when I ran into the Damont family, you'd already met Aria - th-the last time i saw her she was just starting to - to really develop her personality. She's very loving with little Sera, and - and she's got a good home there. . . th-then, well, there's Lauss; he's acting as a tutor....... he's very enthusiastic w-with his interests, he gets excited easily about them...."
She paused, smiling at Misha and just so very glad to be in the company of her friend once more. "I know there are - are others, but the only other one of your siblings I've met is - is Ziazan. . . . it. . . doesn't really have a gender, I'm not trying to demean the little one b-by calling it a-an it. . y-you'll see what I mean wh-when you meet it. It's - it's incredibly tiny, and very sweet."
Ellandra paused again, that slightly-goofy smile spreading across her face again. "It. seems strange, to you, I'm sure, but . . . Faolan's been very good to Ziazan, if - if you were worried. They're both so protective of one another; it's...... somewhere between a parent-child and a best friend relationship, Misha." She cleared the fog of lurv from her head with a brief shake, and smiled more clearly at Misha. "Your little siblings, as far as the ones I've met, are all doing well.... b-but.... how are you doing, Misha?"
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:32 am
Oh, young he was indeed. Not even two years old. The bun-buns was about fifteen months old now. That's precious little time to learn much, and the first months he'd spent as a Proto stage, with a quite slow development. It's not a shame to ask, dear.
When Ellandra explained herself to him in more detail, touched him like that, Misha straightened up a little, went through his knees imperceptibly until he wasn't slouching anymore, instead resorting to a humbled sort of low-ness.
"Oh..." She'd come willingly, that... was a lot less evil-sounding. Yeah, y-you silly, why'd you use that bad word for it then.. Kidnapping isn't eloping with some... one. Oooooh... how... roman... tic.
That set his mood right for her informative talk about his brethren, at least, and he listened with a smile that grew ever dopier. He nodded at what she told him about Aria, nodded more and grinned happily when she got to Lauss and told him the Servicer had apparently found something nice to do. When she came to Ziazan, his eagerness tempered somewhat to listen carefully.
"A... tiny Essentic?" Oh, how he'd love to meet it, and all the others now. The no-gender wasn't really an issue to him, but it touched him Ella made sure to point that out, caring about how she sounded when calling Zia an 'it'. "... all protos are small, you do know that, right?" He couldn't help grinning a little. Of course she'd know, if she met Aria and Lauss. Maybe Lauss was huge? Or also tiny, and Zia was even tiiinier? By now he was starting to imagine a proto no bigger than a mouse.
"It's very... VERY good to hear Z.. Ziazan has a good home. I was so worried..." His grin almost collapsed into a hiccuppy sob, but he held that back. Come on, grow up will you. Everything's fine. Okay, so now he only looked tormented, yet relieved. "They're all... alright." Thank the gods. At least three of them were okay, they were happy by the sound of it, it made him want to start bouncing with joy. So why wasn't he? He felt so restrained, that odd churning inside him was rearing up again.
"I'm... I'm fine.. Haven't been late anymore in over a week now... and I found out I don't like dogs... and... I'm still not out of candy."
All the while, his voice grew shakier, and that twisting wouldn't stop, his own trembling aggravated him. Still he couldn't stop forcing himself to smile, almost in tears at that simple question. What is WRONG with me?
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:44 am
Ellandra gave a little gasp as she saw how upset Misha was, and while she wasn't clear on why, precisely, she had a bit of an inkling. Not that the reasons why mattered, anyway. "Oh, Misha..." she said quietly, then moved over and wrapped the alter-from in a hug.
"Shhh, Misha, shhh.... " She mumbled softly, trying to comfort this teenage-looking being who really wasn't more than a highly intelligent child, emotion-wise. "Shhh.......... it's okay...."
She wasn't looking for him to try and smother whatever was upsetting him, she wanted to draw it out, get him talking, help him feel better - he was her friend drat it all and she wanted to ease this pain he was so obviously feeling.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:56 am
What...
whatwhat now, what's going on? Why...
Why did this feel so good yet... father Isis why was he so sad now? Hugs were nice, hugs were good, so why was he crying now? He didn't know anymoe, he really didn't. Nothing made sense lately, or maybe it had never made any sense and he was just finding out. maybe it was all perfectly logical but he was just... too stupid to understand it?
But it was okay? What was okay? No... it doesn't matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore now.
Misha let himself be embraced, hugged the slight woman back with a restrained frantic energy, so held-back tightly he began to shudder. All the while he just sobbed softly, unable to keep it back now. There wa so much he wanted to say now, it all jumbled through his mind at once, but he couldn't find the right words, the right thing to start with. So he cried, letting it go little by little, wondering why being sad felt so good. He'd missed her so much.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:06 pm
"Shhh, shhh, just cry it out, Misha, I know it's strange but you need to, don't worry about anything else, just let it out, shhhhh..." Ellandra soothed, tugging the alter down the the ground where they were both sitting on the floor, and she rockd him a little, not really all that successfully because she was so small, but she tried, and she soothed, and she just plain mothered the poor overwrought bunny-ears because he needed it, he needed it more than anyone she'd ever seen, and she'd sooner be struck by lightning than to let her friend suffer.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:16 pm
Not once did he resist, going along with her gentleness, cuddling his head against her, almost headbutting softly like a kitten. For quite a while the young Alter did as she'd said, and didn't fight it anymore, just cried softly.
So warm, so cared about now he felt, beneath and above and through the grief, and slowly those feelings grew stronger, overcame it all. A while later, he'd started to calm down already, snuggled into her. He had his eyes closed, hiccupping every now and then with the aftershocks of that bout of sobbing, but steadily those declined, until he could fully relish in how good it felt to be held like this.
How tired he was now... and how cosy it felt to rest against her, trusting her fully and knowing she cared. No matter how everything was consiring against him sometimes, he was safe with her, and it all wasn't important anymore. Ever so quietly he let out a soft little whimper, nuzzling into her a little deeper and hugging her a little tighter.
"Thank you..." no more than a whisper, but he meant it with all his heart. He almost wished he could just fall asleep right here... and wake up to find things were all better.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:34 pm
"Shhhh," Ellandra soothed very quietly, continuing to rock and comfort the alter. "No need for thanks, Misha, shhhh..." she added, managing to move his hat a little to plant a gentle, chaste, rather-motherly kiss on the Essentic's forehead. "Just relax, Misha... there's nothing to worry about here, no mistakes made or to make, no need to leave yet, just relax...."
It was then that Ellandra really understood how she felt about Misha. The bunny-ears was somewhere between a friend and a little brother, someone who desperately needed all of the hugs and love she could give him. She couldn't change the way Longway treated him - and the woman probably did care for Misha in her own way, really - but she could, and would, always be a shoulder for him to cry on.
"I promise, Misha," she said very quietly, so quietly she wasn't sure he could hear it, because she couldn't even really hear it herself, "I will always..... always be there for you when you need me. I promise."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:43 pm
Just when Misha's started to feel a bit silly, Ella again soothed his worried, with those gentle words, that warm-caring manner of her. He nodded quietly, managing nothing more then a little 'mm mm'. Okay... that sounds like a very nice idea, just... relaxing. He still had time.
A brother, hmm? A lickle wee brother, but one who would carry her to the top of the mountains if she ever wanted him to.
Whether she heard her own words or not, Misha's keen ears were aware of what she said. Her heartbeat sounded just as strongly as her voice now, and both were an immense comfort to him now.
"I... I'll always be there for you, too..." he murmured, calming down a little more each minute. "I'll do my best." he opened his eyes again, with a faint, heartfelt little smile. Thank you Ellandra... thank you so. Much.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:52 pm
Ellandra tightened her hug a little, then loosened it again as she continued to rock him. "I... I know, Misha..... and I'm so glad..... so very glad............" And she was. This dear, sweet boy........ why had he let so much pain build up? He shouldn't be hurting like this, no, she wouldn't stand for him to let it get this bad again. "Can you promise me something, Misha...?" She asked quietly, still so very quietly, and softly, continuing to physically comfort this toddler-child-teen as she spoke.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:56 pm
Promise you something? Oh, anything Ella, anything.
"Hmhmmm..." a sleepy little positive noise. 'mkay. Promise you what then? Misha glanced up at her a little, peeking through his bangs. He was behaving no different from a little kid indeed.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:08 pm
Ellandra smiled softly, continuing to rock the bunny-eared Essentic, never once pausing in the soothing motion. "Promise me that if you start getting sad again.... even if you don't know why.... you'll come and find me; ask Banning to give you enough time to work a visit around an assignment or something, but try to come by.... I couldn't bear to think of you trying to work so hard while you're so sad..."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:17 pm
For a moment, he'd almost done it again. He'd been THIS close to making that bemused face, asking her 'what sad, who's sad?'. But that'd be lieing, he knew, and he didn't want to lie to her. He'd promised he'd do what she asked of him, right?
Her request left Misha a little stumped, peeking up at her quietly, mouth slightly open. That gentle, soothing wibbling that gave him that funny nice feeling reassured him though. Sure, he could do that... He'd almost retaliated, thinking about how Longway'd just... mock him, tell him there was no need for off-time just because he was 'upset'. He wasn't meant o be upset, or sad. No, he was a messenger, and messengers should deliver messages and be good and not be a pain in the bum.
"O... okay..." If Ella asked this of him, he would do that. Only Longway would be able to stop him from asking Banning, and maybe she wouldn't. Bane wasn't his Owner, so why shouldn't he...
"... err.... my work's not that hard though, y'know." a weak little chuckle. No, it's the time away from work that gets to hard to bear.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:23 pm
"Maybe it's not," Ellandra said quietly, but wanting to make her point nonetheless. "But life is... and as long as you're alive, you have to deal with life. It's just the way the world works - no matter if you're someone like me who has to seek out their Purpose....... or like you, who's born with their purpose as a part of them." All the while, she kept up that rocking, recognizing how comforting it was to the young Alter.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:32 pm
"If it stops being quite so confusing... I'd be happy enough already..."
Ho, don't let him fall asleep now hmm, he might. Heehee.
"It's... strange to have all these.. twists and pokes inside you when you're supposed to know what to do.. and not pay attention to all the twistiness." he gazed at her with a mild sort of acceptance. Oh well, so everything is a bit mad, a bit overwhelming and new... But tht's normal, right?
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:38 pm
"It only gets more confusing, I'm afraid," and Ellandra was talking in a low, soothing whisper now, not minding in the least that she had her arms full of half-asleep overgrown toddler-bunny. "But if it starts getting too confusing to handle, come talk to me and we can try and un-twist it, hmm?"
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