"That's... ah...." She looked confused, honestly, caught for how to reply as the scene played out around them. "...I see."
The elf lady in the scene was wasting no time in grabbing up some little scraps of cloth, and with a few quick stitches from a needle and thread she pulled out from somewhere, she was turning it into a small doll, a rough plush of a birdish shape... she'd set the injured bird up on her shoulder, by her ear, so it could see what she was doing. "Come help me with this? Your hands are so much smaller than mine; can you tie the threads together here and here? Keep in mind, you must do it with intent; this will be his when we're done."
"But how is a doll going to help him?"
The lady sighed. "Those humans hurt him badly, dear."
"But I fixed him! I healed him up and kept him alive!"
Present-Mallia leaned a little more toward Mal, not quite taking her eyes off the scene. A little quieter, as though thinking to perhaps try avoiding interrupting the apparent play being put on for them: "Is twenty years considered long, among humans?" She didn't know, all right?
Meanwhile, the elf in the vision was still at work. "You've... kept his spirit here. But he's like you and I are now. And he needs a new body. So we're making him one to use for a bit, while we fix up one he can use for longer, you see? Because his first body's getting stiff. That's why he's having trouble now."
"Oh...." The little fairy on the desk took over the crafting while the elf lady turned to her shelves, digging out little containers, poking through them.
"I'm certain I have something around here we can use for-- oh, here we go!" She quickly fished out a few beads of various types, setting them out on the tabletop. "And if we string some longer ones together, we can even make some nice little legs that'll bend easily and everything!" She poked through some other things on her shelf, while the tiny figure finished making the simple doll's fabric shape, and passed over a tuft of dried grasses and flowers. "Here... for the stuffing. A soft bed to settle his spirit, to hold him kindly...." She picked up some small tools, and used those to hold the last spot on the fabric body open, so that her little helper could push them inside. "Fill it with your love for him," she said quietly. "And that spark of healing...."
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Date: 2023-09-16 12:07 pm (UTC)The elf lady in the scene was wasting no time in grabbing up some little scraps of cloth, and with a few quick stitches from a needle and thread she pulled out from somewhere, she was turning it into a small doll, a rough plush of a birdish shape... she'd set the injured bird up on her shoulder, by her ear, so it could see what she was doing. "Come help me with this? Your hands are so much smaller than mine; can you tie the threads together here and here? Keep in mind, you must do it with intent; this will be his when we're done."
"But how is a doll going to help him?"
The lady sighed. "Those humans hurt him badly, dear."
"But I fixed him! I healed him up and kept him alive!"
Present-Mallia leaned a little more toward Mal, not quite taking her eyes off the scene. A little quieter, as though thinking to perhaps try avoiding interrupting the apparent play being put on for them: "Is twenty years considered long, among humans?" She didn't know, all right?
Meanwhile, the elf in the vision was still at work. "You've... kept his spirit here. But he's like you and I are now. And he needs a new body. So we're making him one to use for a bit, while we fix up one he can use for longer, you see? Because his first body's getting stiff. That's why he's having trouble now."
"Oh...." The little fairy on the desk took over the crafting while the elf lady turned to her shelves, digging out little containers, poking through them.
"I'm certain I have something around here we can use for-- oh, here we go!" She quickly fished out a few beads of various types, setting them out on the tabletop. "And if we string some longer ones together, we can even make some nice little legs that'll bend easily and everything!" She poked through some other things on her shelf, while the tiny figure finished making the simple doll's fabric shape, and passed over a tuft of dried grasses and flowers. "Here... for the stuffing. A soft bed to settle his spirit, to hold him kindly...." She picked up some small tools, and used those to hold the last spot on the fabric body open, so that her little helper could push them inside. "Fill it with your love for him," she said quietly. "And that spark of healing...."