"Twenty?" She sounded a little confused again, her smile fading some as she paused in messing with flowers and peeked back to Mal. "I'm... certain that's long enough for someone to feel it worth noting." Her reputation lasted a mere twenty years so far, really? Interesting. Maybe someday she'd be more used to such a short view of time, but today was not that day.
Another scene interrupted them, though it was a quiet one: the workshop-home of the carver lady, who'd fixed a new arm for the then-tiny Chell. Mallia was much smaller here, perhaps a head high, standing on the little shelf just inside a window, opening and closing her now-huge wings agitatedly, a bird cradled up in her arms. "...and he can't move!"
The lady frowned, leaning in to see better, and held out her hands for the creature. The fairy handed it over. It was moving, but not well, as if struggling against something, even having a difficult time breathing, if the strained, upset notes were anything to go by. The lady petted it, holding it up to see better, working to gently calm it down. She narrowed her eyes, carefully working her fingertips down into the feathers of its body, feeling for something. "Fairy, was this little one injured recently?"
"I saved him from some humans," she said.
"...Hunters?"
"Yes! They were horrible! They said they were looking for food, and they took the food I gave them, but they wouldn't leave! And then they hurt him! And they looked happy about it!"
The lady winced and sighed, petting the bird some more, making a few soft sounds to it. "We can fix this," she said, and peeked about her workshop, eyes going over her shelves, searching for something.... "We may need to make something to do so, though."
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Date: 2023-09-05 03:38 am (UTC)Another scene interrupted them, though it was a quiet one: the workshop-home of the carver lady, who'd fixed a new arm for the then-tiny Chell. Mallia was much smaller here, perhaps a head high, standing on the little shelf just inside a window, opening and closing her now-huge wings agitatedly, a bird cradled up in her arms. "...and he can't move!"
The lady frowned, leaning in to see better, and held out her hands for the creature. The fairy handed it over. It was moving, but not well, as if struggling against something, even having a difficult time breathing, if the strained, upset notes were anything to go by. The lady petted it, holding it up to see better, working to gently calm it down. She narrowed her eyes, carefully working her fingertips down into the feathers of its body, feeling for something. "Fairy, was this little one injured recently?"
"I saved him from some humans," she said.
"...Hunters?"
"Yes! They were horrible! They said they were looking for food, and they took the food I gave them, but they wouldn't leave! And then they hurt him! And they looked happy about it!"
The lady winced and sighed, petting the bird some more, making a few soft sounds to it. "We can fix this," she said, and peeked about her workshop, eyes going over her shelves, searching for something.... "We may need to make something to do so, though."