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 Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:16 am
Hijil rarely realized how short she was compared to Bhima. Usually, it wasn't an issue since they were typically sitting down.
Now, though, she was aware of it. She stood as tall as she could on the balls of her broad feet and, finding that not to be sufficient, climbed up the trunk a ways, holding out the mess of vines.
”Here.” she said, climbing the rest of the way up. That way, she could grab Bhima if she fell. At the same time, though, she was trying to remember just how she had done Bhima's special braid. It was a complicated one, and she had just been playing around.
But she thought that, with vines in hand, she could do it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 8:15 am
Bhima giggled slightly as Hijil struggled to hand her the vines, stretching as far as she could reach to take them. In a few moments they were secure, tight with sturdy knots, and the Alkidike climbed back down the tree to join her friend. Bhima was beaming.
"Okay, show me how..." How exciting to learn a hairstyle like this! She could impress her mamas with it!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:52 am
Hijil frowned at the vines. Well, here she was. Now she had to try to recreate it. She felt a little performance anxiety – too similar to what she felt whenever her mother had her carve beads. Bhima would not strike her if she messed up, of course, but that little fear was still there, in the back of her mind.
She put her hands to the vines and glanced, smiling, at Bhima, taking comfort in knowing that it was, indeed, her friend there, before focusing on the vines. Vines were very different from Hijil's hair, but they were actually surprisingly comparable – if cooler, temperature wise – than alkidike hair.
“Well...” she began, “First I sort of did this...” she formed her fingers into an 'O' and let the 'hair' fall through, “And then I think I...” it fell apart. “Oh.” she frowned. “Maybe it was a different way...”
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:05 am
Bhima took up a spot beside Hijil like a dutiful student. It was sort of hard to translate her friend's movements into her own hands, but she took up a few vines and tried her damndest to follow.
She gigged when Hijil dropped the vines. Alright, so maybe this would be a done-by-Hijil-only sort of hair-do. It was slightly disappointing, but Bhima rather liked to feel her friend's fingers in her hair and the closeness of such actions. Still, she stood and waited fro Hijil to try again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 4:10 pm
“Hmm...” Well, it wouldn't hurt to try again, right? Hijil enjoyed the luxury of that with Bhima. “Maybe if I...” she twisted part of the hair into a braid and attempted to loop it around into the halo she had made. She let it fall again. “How did I do this?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 4:16 pm
Bhima just giggled again and let the vines drop out of her hands. She couldn't blame Hijil. Vines hanging from a tree were not nearly like looking down at your friend's head in a relaxed moment together. Instead, she went over the touched Hijil's arm.
"It's okay," she said, "It can just be special one-time hair. From you." She smiled broadly clearly not upset by her friend's forgetfulness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:15 pm
It was something to be said for how safe Hijil felt around Bhima, or perhaps how resilient Hijil had to be, that she did not flinch when her arm was touched in her state of frustrated embarrassment. She smiled back, unable to resist the pull of Bhima's smile.
“That doesn't... sound bad.” she said, letting the vines fall back to their loosely hanging position, watching them as they swayed gently.
It can be our special thing she did not say. She and Bhima had a lot of special things. She brushed her braid away from her face.
“Did you want to try braiding something?” she asked. Since they had the vines up and all...
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 4:05 pm
For a moment, Bhima just looked over Hijil's face. Oh, right. There had been a question asked.
"Umm, well I only really know the real basic one," Bhima admitted. She turned toward the vines as if she had been given an order, though, and separated a few into three separate bunches which she began to braid. Her fingers were long and deft, and a common braid did begin to form. Most other designs occurred behind her head, and Bhima wasn't too interest in special hair styles when there was more fun stuff to do. With Hijil, though, it was fun.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:05 pm
”You're very good at that...” commented Hijil, watching as she absently twirled her side braid around her hand. It still felt strange, having the weight and pressure of it on only one side. ”I'm going to have to learn to be good at that, too.” she said, realizing – with some embarrassment – that she would have to undo and redo her new braid whenever she washed her hair. ”It's going to be awkward at this angle, to braid it...” she brought her braid in front of her eyes, studying it. ”But I still like it, so I suppose I'll just have to get used to it.” she let it fall, reaching out to fiddle with the tied end of one of the vines. ”Well, Bhima.” She smiled at her friend. Her hand, retreating, brushed against Bhima's arm as she made a mental check of when it was: there was still time before Hijil had to find the glowing shelf fungus her mother wanted and return home. It felt like she could spend forever away among the trees, playing with vines and hair... ”What else do you want to do tonight?” she asked, in case Bhima had had something fun planned for them to do, something Hijil had interrupted with her excitement over her own hair.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:45 pm
"Thanks," Bhima said with a little nod. She smiled to her friend and let her braid go, the vines lazily unwinding as gravity took over. "I don't know if I'd ever be brave enough to cut my hair." For a moment she played with a long lock, feeling it tug in odd places due to the braid Hijil had set. She kind of liked it. She'd definitely try to keep it as long as she could!
For a moment, the Alkidike almost took the Earthling's hand, but it seemed that the brush had not been intention. Her cheeks colored slightly, but there was no change in her confident stance.
"Well, I didn't really have anything planned," she shrugged. Was that disappointing? She'd have to start planning things! "Do you have to do anything? I could help!" Often it seemed as if Hijil had been sent out on some errand or another and had to run home with an armful of what-have-you.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:35 pm
Nothing planned? Then unplanned would work... Or just sitting there: that would be fine too.
Or helping her gather mushrooms. That was also fine.
”Well...” she started, ”Ma wants glowing shelf mushrooms... they're about this big...” she gestured with her hands, ”And they glow really brightly.”
Going out to get them had been a great excuse for seeing Bhima, though she had hoped to pick them up on the way to her friend: that was always convenient, and it meant that she didn't have to search later.
”I didn't see any on the way over, though...” Which was troublesome, but... ”Yes!” she said, deciding, ”You can help me... have you seen any, Bhima?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:03 am
"Oh, yeah!" Bhima nodded, "They're closer to home, though. Why does your mother want them?" Maybe they had something to do with healing or potions. She just thought they were pretty and probably poisonous. Mama Ishida sometimes tried to teach Bhima what the different plants were, but she had never really been interested.
"Come on," she said, gesturing for Hijil to follow down the path she had taken. She had seen two, one large one and one smaller one growing at its base, lighting the way to Hijil.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:33 pm
grasshopper pie If you're up for finishing this one off, we can focus on our newer ones?
”Closer to... your home... Bhima?” she asked, a little warily. Hijil had never seen Bhima's home, nor the alkidike hers. Bhima's home sounded like a mystical place – full of bug women and adventures and indescribable magic. Hijil's home was a hut in a forest, away from all eyes prying and otherwise.
But she trusted Bhima. Though the path was dark ahead, Bhima's bright-colored skin showed the way, easy enough to differentiate amidst the dark blues of the jungle.
”Bhima?” she said, as she caught up, ”Thank you.”
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