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 Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 12:54 am
Lucia blinked a few times at the dark-haired woman. She knew some weird stuff. But for the frei, the stars and really everything shouldn't be scientific. Sitting on the edge of the world with Zul every night had shown her that she didn't need or want to know about things. Just watching and looking was enough. She didn't need to know how a penguin worked to appreciate its cuteness. She didn't need to know what the whales were saying to appreciate their songs. She liked the feel of grass and sand without understanding that heating sand can create glass, or that grass is green because of photosynthesis. The science didn't matter. The things themselves did.
And living in the stars might be a nice thought, or a good way to get away from life, but really who could live with burning balls of gasses. Or without oxygen.
The Kitten smiled sadly as Doe suggested something else. She must have made a face.
She looked at the strange woman and almost relaxed. "Have you ever been hurt by a friend? Like really hurt. Did you forgive them?" What could happen asking her this?
Lucia's eyes turned to the sky again. Who would forgive her? She certainly couldn't forgive herself. Pulling her sweatshirt-covered arms around her torso in a hug, the forlorn frei tried not to get lost in thought.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:24 am
As a religious enthusiast, and not in the sense of restricting herself to one solid-fact-religion, Doucette would have completely understood and appreciated Lucia's acceptance of things simply being as they were. Scientific or not, explanations of why didn't change the fact that there was something there that was solid and which existed whether someone questioned it or not. Instead though, the Irish woman simply stretched out her arms over her head and then tucked her hands into the pockets of her capris, waiting for the kitten to speak again.
Unfortunately, it wasn't really the sort of conversation in which she could stand the proverbial depth. "Hurt by a friend?" she echoed with a tilt of her head, brow furrowing as she thought back hard over her childhood (as there were no significant friendships in her later adult years).
"To be honest, I suppose I've never had a serious relationship hurt like that. There was this one girl, Maci, when I was younger. I thought we were totally the best of friends. But then she stole all my dolls and cut off all their hair." Doucette colored slightly at the retelling of her story. Surely someone asking about friendships in the matter Lucia was, wasn't interested in petty squabbles, but Doe wasn't about to make up some story for the Raevan's sake. "I thought I could never forgive her, ever. Some of those dolls were from my grandparents and they were really special to me. When she cut them up, it felt like she was cutting up part of me. I didn't forgive her...for a long time. But I always felt bad, and I knew she felt bad too, and that's what's important. It's not what someone does, but how they react afterwords. People who are sorry, who truly understand that they did wrong and want to make something better, they always deserve to be forgiven, given another chance..."
Instead of the sky, Doucette stared at her feet, scuffing the toe of her boot in the grass. Had the kitten been hurt, or had she hurt someone else?
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:58 am
She pushed her dark hair behind her ears and waited. The redhead took a minute to think and in that time, the Kitten had her own unconnected thoughts. She still hadn't been able to eat. And she wouldn't do that in front of this woman. Even if she was to be a guardian. The frei would have to leave soon. She did need to eat. Blinking she realized Doe was about to respond. To the important question.
Lucia blinked a few times at the woman's response. It wasn't the same. But she did say it was like cutting up a part of her. The frei bit her lip and nodded.
It wasn't the same. Not really. But the meaning was still there. She was hurt. It didn't matter that she said sorry. What mattered was that she was sorry, and not only because she lost a friend, but because she was genuinely upset about hurting her friend. "I am sorry. . ." she whispered, barely audible.
Blinking, she looked up. What if Doe had heard that murmur. "Umm-- I should - I should go. I need to get home." She looked around, trying to figure out the easiest escape and decided flying up and to the beach house would be easiest. "Thanks for answering." She looked nervous and a bit desperate to leave.
No one else should know. No one should know what happened.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:20 pm
Doucette's cheeks colored a pale pink in the moonlight and she nodded at the kitten's declaration of departure. The Irish woman was not oblivious to the strained look on the girl's features and she wasn't stupid enough to believe her own story had helped in the least, but she was adult enough to ignore all of the above and simply give a warm grin at Lucia.
"I also must go unfortunately. I would hate it if I missed the ferry," she said, gathering her blankets and things and tossing them over one of her shoulders. Hopefully her own plea for leaving would help the girl not feel bad for needing to leave. Conversations can't last forever after all.
Opening her mouth, Doe had wanted to make some final comment on the whole friendship issue, but she quickly pressed her lips back together. No, it wasn't her problem and she wasn't going to upset the frei anymore than she already was. "I hope we can meet again some time soon Lucia," Doucette said to the kitten as the two of them departed in their separate directions.
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