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It isn't that he's never seen a girl before. He has. His aunt is, technically, a girl--just taller and prouder and with the same unbridled ferocity in her toothy grin as he could faintly remember from his jumbled recollection of his mother. Then there's the mouse of a girl who helps keep things tidy in their little corner of the woods, who brings him little bits of sweets and suet among the apples and pinches his cheek fondly when he puts the gathered wood into neat piles. And there are the girls who flit through their lives like so many fluttering birds, stopping for a while to consult with his aunt and leaving with long straight spines and a secret in their smiles.

It's more that he's rarely ever seen one so close to his own age.

That's what's fascinating. This girl doesn't stand a head above him the way most other girls do. She doesn't have the sway in her body of the girls who sweep through their lives (teenagers, although he hasn't quite learned that yet). She's small the way he is; less a miniature of what he's used to and more something that comes before.

He doesn't know what to do with it. He knows to slip in silent shadow past the visitors and to tug affectionately at the swish of the cleaning girl's skirt, but he doesn't know what to make of such a young visitor to the sanctuary of their little glen. Even without a touch of magic, she'd likely have felt the quiet blue eyes (like your father, poor thing, Anti Morgan always tsks) peering uncertainly from the shadow at the door. He's been told to run along and scout about in the woods while Anti holds lessons, but he can't quite make it past the frame.

Date: 2015-07-14 09:01 pm (UTC)
linnetbornwithinthecage: (Default)
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Llinos does not fear the woods. The trees are her guardians and the animals her friends. She knows which berries are safe, where to glean the best nuts, and how to approach the spring fawns.

The trip from home to glen is of no concern to her. But those eyes, lovely and blue, trouble her. She senses his nervous confusion the way she would in a colt before it shies away.

(She's always been good with animals. Her grandmother says it's a gift. Her father said it was the Devil's work, but her father died and her mother knew not what to do with her.)

In between lessons, when Lady Morgan isn't believed to be looking, glances over at the boy, a friendly smile offered each time. He'll come to her in his own time.

Date: 2015-07-15 02:00 pm (UTC)
linnetbornwithinthecage: (smile)
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There he is. She has another smile waiting for him. Some girls might be offended by his words, but she finds nothing wrong with a statement of face. It does, however, inspire one of her own: "So are you."

It isn't meant unkindly, and if he's agreeable to this sort of thing he'll find her little hand creeping into his. "Come on, while she's busy. Let's go play."

Date: 2015-07-15 07:17 pm (UTC)
linnetbornwithinthecage: (blink)
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The smile fades into confusion at his question. "A game. Or we could go exploring. Let's do something fun."

Doesn't he know what fun is? Doesn't he want to know? Because she's going to try dragging him off now, away from the grown ups and their judging gazes.

Date: 2015-07-15 10:05 pm (UTC)
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So long as he's still coming, she doesn't complain. Holding hands too long leads to that icky kissing stuff anyway. She swings her arms easily as she breaks into a skipping-run that lasts until they're beyond the treeline.

"Do you want to play hide and seek? Or do you want to hunt for mushrooms?"

Date: 2015-07-17 04:48 pm (UTC)
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"It's a game," she explains patiently, "where one of us hides and the other seeks. The seeker counts out loud while the other players hide, and then announces that they're coming."

She pauses for a moment, head tilted back and to the side as she watches some birds passing overhead.

"We can take turns being the seeker. I bet you know all the best hiding places around here." This is an admirable skill, in her estimation.

Date: 2015-07-18 05:41 pm (UTC)
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"Oh no. It's a friendly game," she assures him. "It's a game of skill. A way of testing who's a good hider and who's a good seeker."

Of course there are other skills and lessons it teaches, but they're too young to understand that.

Date: 2015-07-18 06:01 pm (UTC)
linnetbornwithinthecage: (smile)
From: [personal profile] linnetbornwithinthecage
She smiles again now that he seems to be warming to the idea. "And I'm a good seeker. This should be a lot of fun! I'll count to ten okay?"

Date: 2015-07-18 06:30 pm (UTC)
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It's progress! She counts it as a victory.

"Let's stay in the forest. But anywhere in the forest is fine."

Date: 2015-07-19 05:32 pm (UTC)
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She takes that as her cue to start counting, which she does with all her childish patience--that is to say, slowly at first but getting faster as she goes.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Her voice is loud but more carrying than shouting, and she sounds excited. This will be an excellent game.

But instead of hurrying off, she takes her time looking around and considering. A whole new set of hiding places requires she be thoughtful. He might have gone up a tree, or he might be among the ferns behind a rock. She doesn't want to resort to help, not if she can help it.

This might take a while.

Date: 2015-07-20 03:23 am (UTC)
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Her course seems random, circling this way and then that, avoiding the fox dens and rabbit burrows. There are so many places to hide in this forest, so very many, and she has to check them all. Slowly, patiently, carefully.

And then, after an hour or so has passed, her drowsy pace quickens and now she disappears.

"Oh! Come see what I've found!"

Date: 2015-07-20 05:51 pm (UTC)
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Ah, clever boy. She had been intending to draw him out and pounce on him when his curiosity made him reveal himself. His hesitation has earned a measure of respect from her.

On the other hand... "I really did find something."

If he come to peek at her, he'll find she's holding something in her hands and seems truly interested in it.

Date: 2015-07-20 09:32 pm (UTC)
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Very clever boy. She smiles and sits down on a log, where he could join her if he likes. "Okay. I admit I couldn't find you this time. But come look."

In her hands she's holding a fairy stone, the hole worn soft and smooth, the stone mostly round and just small enough to be cupped in her palm.

Date: 2015-07-21 02:29 am (UTC)
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"Just there, on the moss." She holds the stone out to him, if he'd like to examine it. "Do you think we should put it back? This is your forest."

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