#rescuemiriam

Indeeed she twitches and runs fingers along her own pale throat as if remembering a lover's hand, and NOT fondly.

"I thought..." she slows, frowning.

"I used to do that, but it always went sadplaces" Wryly

"Thy mother?"

"She recalls little of how I came to be... the sow and hen were bellowing and clucking so."

"Aye." Flat.

"And then he came for thee?"

"I was young when he first tried, not a wizened crone like i am now. To save my mother, I ran far from the cacoon... he chased me, like a wolf after a lamb... and I was so smug I might evade him forever that one day I... "A scowl, "I snivel like a smeagal lamenting lost sunlight"

"My mother was taken."

She stops again, surprised at how bluntly that escaped.

"Taken?" A tilt, her long eyebrows over those dark eyes looking at her "I..forgive, but that could mean only one thing and we pooka crave precision"

"Stolen, aye? When I was a baby. Enslaved and... hurt... and I knew not. By the Snakes. They stole her, and hurt her, and... and other things, aye."

"Aye" down cast "When he feels he has no need of toys, then he breaks them and puts them in a box where he can put them back his way"

"People are not toys."

"You...." She hesitates, extending a hand.

A shrug then a surprised look at the offer of a hand, as if it were an alien thing to have it offered

It is, perhaps, not the kindest hand - pale and thin, fingers far too long....

Ginny's own hand may have flesh in greater supply, but not much. The two pale hands entwine, and Ginny looks ..startled she's done this "I..why?"

"I... sister, aye?"

"Mischpocha."

A bite of her lip, "Oh yes, sisters are always trusted, golden flowers that must be loved best but.." A weak smile, "Maybe your trust is a contagion."

"I wouldn't know. It was always just me."

a raised brow "There ar many wards that SING with love about your home. Your doing alone then?"

"No... but... no sisters, no siblings. Adults are different, for all that you love them."

"And for all they may love thee..."

"my eyes are emeralds" She says, her eyes dark, but she smiles "That you have so much of that"

"Thine eyes... they are like mine. And I feel.. you feel familiar to me."

"Beyond blood, we share the sound of chains clanking just behind us. I do not think I look good in chains, tacky and boorish"

"Too heavy. No. No chains for thee. Or him. Or Miriam."

"Then let us, sister, save thy heart, so you may introduce me to him proper and show him for my approval" faux lofty then a blush, not unlike her own sometimes pinkening

"And... and so you may scold him and tease him, aye?"

"Or... oh, tell him terrible stories of me, surely."

A smile, "I think your purview is not to be too carlessly trod upon. First you must chastise him for intruding upon a night where you enjoyed tea" A nod and they move on, the compass leading them to him. She does glance back at all the gear, she wrinkles her nose at the knife, looks at the trinket about her wrist impressed, and then finally at the compass "So, like your Liam, you're a boyscout?"

"Prepared enough. Did you find me before?"

"not by the eye invisible, no. You were as a ghost... seen only when you wished it, yet haunting."

"Did he send you seeking? He... sixteen years, aye? Naught."

"I am not how he did unveil you before the harsh light of the red orb"

"....aye."

A sad look, "You ..sixteen years of freedom... of family and love untouched." Wistful "Alarmingly disney."

She squeezes the moth's hand, shifting her gaze away.

A soft return, and the two ..the two sisters, make their way towards a troll in danger

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