Her nose scrunches, a happy laugh erupting from her in joy. Sheโd almost forgotten how kind people could be; thank the force for this stranger.
โSisters.โ Another nod.
Mara reaches out with the end of her braid to tickle the end of Herโs, as though their plaits might become friends.
โHer is pretty, too. And you have freckles like me, too. All these.โ
Dotting the tip of her finger all over her own cheeks.
โMatch!โ The familiarity excites her, almost stumbling forward, taking the end of the brain in her own hands so she can gently pet the strangerโs hair.
โSo pretty.โ Spoken softly, mesmerised by the colour of Maraโs hair. โMara pretty.โ
Mara takes that hand in a firm but gentle grasp, giving a reassuring squeeze.
โItโs very nice to meet you, Her. I very much like your hair.โ
A playful scrunch of her nose as she tugs on one of her own braids.
โWe match.โ
โMara.โ She repeats, mirroring what sheโs seen others do by offering her hand. Using her other, she points to herself when speaking again. โMine Her.โ
Yes. Not them take.
*A warm smile on her usually steely features. Thereโs something about Her that intrigues Mara. Reminds her of her younger sister, what few memories she has left of her.*
Iโm Mara. Whatโs your name, friend?
my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach.
it's the things you learn in your childhood. from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father,
oh! thank you.
[ taking the shards with a soft smile. then, they reach into their own pocket, and pull out a sprig of holly. ]
here. think this would look nice in your hair?
for sure!
itโs the darkest, usually coldest day of the year, so we put up lights in the trees and give each other presents to lift spirits and junk. lots of fun.