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Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 15, 2017 1:49:47 GMT
Queens, this was really, really hard to not chuckle at. The chubby mechanic red like an overgrown persimmon, fumbling and stuttering at the very thought that others would call Alisa his wife. But very well... "Wern," She spoke, mirth still faintly inlaid in the words by how he was acting, but an apologetic expression to match it. "It's alright, I understand. You're not spouces. I misunderstood, my apologies."
Though those hints of amusement on her face were soon snatched away as Wern restarted talking. It's alright. He was just worried for her, no need to get defensive. But that was also a topic that was for no one but herself and Amon to decide, not someone else. "I have a principle (that my very guild is based on too) that if something's broken we can still try to fix it, instead of quickly throwing it away. That's still valid for relationships. And people at times will hurt each other, even if they don't intend to. It's natural when dealing with others, because we're all different and imperfect - and that's also what makes people beautiful. If friends gave up on each other, or a parent gave up on their children after any argument, what would be left of all of us?" She looked more directly at Wern then. "More importantly, he's still precious to me." A proof on that old saying, that you truly know when they really love someone when you can't hate them for breaking your heart. "I don't want to let him go. It hurts just to think of. So I'm not trying just for his sake, it's for myself as well."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
He had made her mad. Oh Cogs, he had made her mad. “I-I’m sorry!” Wern frowned, holding the pillow even tighter, sweat building on his forehead as he rocked back and forth. “I- I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just worried, because well, you’re one of m-my o-only friends here and I just, worry for you and want you to be happy because you deserve to be happy and Amon is scary and I just— I’m sorry!” The older man shrunk, burying his face into the woman’s pillow, where it seemed, he could still talk from. “I just… do what makes you happy. Just be happy, and not sad. And um, you don’t have to give up on them. I— I didn’t think you would. I just, I-I don’t’ know. He’s just so- so-so- Scary.” At that, the larger man threw his hands out to the sides, despite, well, his face being buried still in the pillow. At these there, Edelweiss could not see the shame and embarrassment on his face.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 21, 2017 4:03:00 GMT
Even if Edelweiss could not see the shame and embarrassment on his face, she still could see it in his shrunk posture and hidden face in the pillow, plus his flailed gesturing, and everywhere around him - irradiating like an aura of heavy awkwardness. What could she say? Him wanting her to be happy was sweet - or is sweet, in the present time. But there are points in life when happiness isn't affordable, and that was the case for her right then. She wasn't ok. She acknowledged that. But it was also ok to not be ok, as long as she kept on living. Maybe all the things that happened had been a good wake up call. Dreaming had been nice, but she needed her feet firm on reality to work and there would be nothing for her in dwelling in sweet dreams while the ground is being swept from under everyone's feet. Real people are not like rain, snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.
"He is, I can't deny that. But it seems to me I scared you too, for some reason." She stated with a bitter smile, standing up to place a gloved hand on the tinkerer's shoulder. "Shall we go see how Polinya and Alma are doing with that school dress? They're taking a while and if it's too big on her as I'm guessing it'll, it'll still need adjustments." And maybe, just maybe something would change at some point, for the better. Sometimes she didn't believe it herself either, but it still didn't change the fact probabilities were higher trying than not.
The touch of Edelweiss started him, not so much scared him. And the implication that Wern was scared of her— that made him fumble as well. “No! I mean, yes, we can go see them but,” looking up, he glanced at her shyly, only to bury his face somewhat again in the pillow. “You didn’t scare me. I-I don’t think. M-more of, I felt embarrassed a-and ashamed. I didn’t mean to upset you. I- I didn’t want to upset you,” Wern slowly stated, getting up some, though, he still clung to the pillow. “I-I’m sorry.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 26, 2017 1:20:59 GMT
"I accept the apology for that, but even then there's no need to feel ashamed." The redhead reassured simply. She definitely didn't approve of people telling her unsolicited advice aboud what she should do with her beloved people, but while that was true, there was also truth in that "You were concerned about me, and I can appreciate that still. I'd be more worried about your health though, with how stressed you've been looking. Are you ok (in the physical sense at least)?"
With the apology acceptance, Wern was only partially swayed. He looked up, ever so slightly, shifting a little as he shrugged his shoulders. The guilt, although numbed, would linger for a long time. “I-I’m alright I guess. Just, well, stressed. The um, Council took a lot out of me. And well, I’ve been working trying to make up for the funds that they… required of me.” Wern spoke, his hands fidgeting some. He didn’t know what else to say, or how much to say. He hadn’t even told Amon, who probably just tell him that he was a fool. Wern doubted that even if he told the lead mechanic, the man would be able to do anything about it. “I’m okay, though. I suppose.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 8, 2017 20:20:06 GMT
Right, the Council. She was pretty sure by now most of them if not all had been arrested, but the damage left behind would for sure last for a while since it's not like Amon could shower his workers with money, mainly when considering his guild's dwindled guild funds. Poor Wern - in both meanings. That wasn't an issue Edelweiss herself was suffering from, but she could imagine what a pain it would be.
"Well... I can't do much about that." She sighed slightly, moving to the door and holding it open for Wern to pass before reclosing it at their backs. "But if you want to lower expenses on edibles you can bring your daughter to eat her meals with the other kids here too. As long as she's studying here she'll be considered one of our members, and I like making sure my guild members are well-nurtured." And besides, candies aside, how much could a 5 years old little girl even eat? Polinya was so tiny.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Hurriedly, Wern followed Edelweiss to the door. “Oh, no, I don’t expect you to do anything about it!” Wern squeaked, trying to keep up with the taller woman’s pace. Although, at the offer of free food, Wern’s shoulder’s slumped a bit. “Oh goodness, Edelweiss, that would be so helpful, you do not even know. But, I-I won’t abuse it! Just on days when she has class. I-I have enough money hopefully that I can support her with other meals.” At least, he hoped more money would come in. Now that he wasn’t a stand in guild leader anymore, the expenses should be cutting back some— just like his waist line. Both he and Alisa had lost weight, but most of all, Polinya had. They gave her most of the food, yes, but still it wasn’t enough for the growing child— one of the reasons why she was so tiny. “But, t-thank you. For e-everything. You are far t-too kind.” Wern stuttered, wishing he had the pillow to hold again, but instead, making due with putting his hands in his pockets.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 10, 2017 2:08:36 GMT
Meanwhile that, in a changing room a couple doors down the corridor, Almandine was facing a tiny crisis. She had done her best trying to auxiliate Polinya into the CAEsAL kids garb, but it had been made to fit a child who wore at least twice her size, and the collar, albeit having the space and placement fitting enough to accomodate a hijab along, had definitely not been designed with the purpose of being dragged over one in mind, which meant that passing the thick fabric of the dress over Polinya's head to put it on her inevitably made her scarf loosen and almost slip away.
And Almandine had no idea how to properly rewrap that.
And so that resulted in a little girl wearing a dress that literally draped on the floor and a couple inches around like a crimson bride's dress, while Almandine tried to keep a head scarf in place on her head but unable to retreat her hands from it lest it'd instantly fall off.
And that scene is exactly what Edelweiss and Wern would see whenever they arrive there.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Poli really tried to be patient. Really tried. But, pretty angel had given her a dress, but dress big. Dress like a tent. Really big. And puffy. And, it pulled on her hijab. Angel tried to keep hijab on, but it had already come undone, and only mama was really good at hijab. Poli tried to keep it on, but made it worse as well. She squirmed as she tried to put it back on. “I don’t like this, angel.” Poli whined, holding tightly to her hijab as she squirmed more. “I don’t like it at all!” Curling into the tent, Poli tried to shake the dress off. Maybe that would help hijab, but because of headscarf and Angie’s hands, it got caught, and Poli’s head was hidden. She could barely see, and as she continued to squirm, she lost her balance, falling forward as she tried to roll around to get the dress off. “I can’t see, can’t see!” Polinya whined, and Wern frowned. “P-Polinya!” He squeaked, hurriedly trying to unwrap the two children. “S-stop squirming Polinya. Y-you’re going to hurt yourself and the dress.” Picking the child up, he held her gently as he tried to untangle the hijab from the dress.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 1, 2017 16:13:08 GMT
"It's 'Alma', not Angel." Almandine mumbled for the 11th time while trying to help the squirming child to untangle herself. For all that was still holy unpon the earth, how could someone so tiny make something this simple be this difficult? Be it remembering her name or keeping still for half a minute. "Alma means 'soul'. Angel is another name-- I can't fix your scarf while you keep moving."
Edelweiss couldn't decide whether to chuckle or facepalm at the scene, so she went with 'both'. Jut letting the mess unfolding in front of their eyes be wouldn't do though, so she went ahead and crouched down in front of the other two girls, moving to sit on her own knees as she took both of Polinya's little hands. "Poli, this dress was made for a girl much older than you. Of course it would be big, that's why we had you try it so that we can measure it right and adjust it for you. But you have to be quiet or we can't put any of the pins." At least not without risking stinging her with them. "Wern, can you hold her hands? Then I can try fixing her scarf and fold all of this extra fabric."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Explanations, explanations. Didn’t change the fact that Alma was an angel. “Soul angel, soul angel!” Polinya whined, fumbling still even as Aunt Fiddles took her hands. Wernie was moving to untangle her, though failing. “Wernie, you can’t help either!” Polinya cried, but Wern quickly moved to take Polinya’s hands as Edelweiss instructed. “O-okay. But, she’s really tangled. I-I don’t know how, though,” Wern confessed, holding onto the little girls hands as she swayed (the closest thing she could get to standing still, it seemed). “Is Aunt Fiddles Alma’s mommy? My mommy helps me with my clothes.” Polinya seemed to bark from the interior of the dress. “Mommy’s good at clothes. Would like Aunt Fiddles.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 8, 2017 23:09:24 GMT
Almandine could only roll her eyes in frustration. Being energetic was one thing, but this kid didn't listen to neither instructions nor explanations and seemed unable to stay still for even a couple seconds. Besides she kept whinning even though they were trying to help her. Would she even behave at class at all? The gem-named girl was starting to doubt that. "Not everyone has a 'mommy'. Or a good mommy at least. You're lucky that you do." Sigh. "Edel is... a caretaker of sorts, I guess? But she's good with clothes too. You just have to stand still so we can untangle you and adjust your uniform."
"I'll fix your scarf first, then fold the dress and pin it so we'll know how much to shorten it to fit you. Afterwards you can wear your normal clothes again until the dress is fixed." The redhead stated while lightly tugging the little girl's hijab so that it'd be smooth like an untied sheet of fabric over her head, then proceeded to re-wrap it as it seemed more natural/right to fold. "But Alma is right, the pins for adjusting are pointy, Poli. If you don't stay still, you might prick yourself on accident."
Polinya paused at “not everyone has a mommy.” Then, from the interior of the dress, she emerged, pale and baffled. “No Mommy? That’s awful. Poli has no daddy, but no mommy?” Her frown deepened as she put her hand (the other was stuck beneath the fabric) on her cheek. “That’s awful. Poli can be your mommy!” Polinya cried, struggling to pat Alma but was unable to. “I will be a good mommy!” “Shush, Poli. I am so sorry. She is just hyper today. She isn’t normally like this— Poli, stop moving!” Wern squeaked, taking away his hands as Edelweiss worked to help the girl. She was better at this than he— his hands were too big for the fabric. Strange, how he could work on small detail but the simple folding of a cloth proved near impossible for him. “Can’t I wear the dress forever?” Polinya whined, rocking back and forth slightly. Though, at the mention of points, she did stop for a moment. “That sounds painful. And mommy isn’t here to kiss it and make better. Would Fiddles kiss make better?”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 23, 2017 4:37:13 GMT
"I'm older than you." Almandine replied factually. Not only she was older, but she was also almost twice Polinya's height, and Polinya (despite sweet) wasn't proving to be mature enough for the task. Becoming her child would be both strange and biologically speaking, so no, thanks. "Just think of it as I'm my own 'mommy'. And Edel helps too when we need, so I'm alright. We can be friends though."
As the little girl went on and on, Edelweiss couldn't help but chuckle. She'd managed to rewrap her hijab around somehow, though the wrappings seemed to be ever so slightly different; hopefully it'd still be acceptable, but it might be good to get pointers from her mother in how to style it in case something like that happens again. "I can kiss it better." Both literaly and figuratively speaking. "But it'll be even better if you don't get hurt. And you can wear the dress again later, Poli (it'll be your school uniform, so you'll actually be wearing it a lot), we just have to adjust it for you first. Right now it's too big, and that's why it got tangled on your scarf. It'll be nice to wear it without your scarf coming undone, right?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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