she's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
try her boy but she'll still do what she please
Children possess a sense of wonder that comes from lack of understanding and an unadulterated view of the world: such is why she pouts at the notion of not being purple, and even with the comments about uniqueness? Segolene is perhaps a small bit jealous she does not have something; but only so much that when soothed by both Aysel and Creation, she blinks and studies her new friend: the small iron creature whose beautiful metallic body glows and shines in a way that makes the sunlight deepen or brighten each shade and suggestion of color.
Aysel is, fascinated, but Segolene more so and she watches the ability of the child handled so easily and so well that for the smallest moment in her life so far: she feels a reverence and awe so deep that it makes the whole of her mind fixate. Iron is a dull thing when it it dirt covered and tarnished; but this is shaped and molded: changed in a way that there is shine and brilliance.
Segolene is entirely overwhelmed by this: by the whisper and the forming of shapes- by the metallic magics possessed by the girl: and she is endlessly fascinated with ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ and all manner of emotions spreading across her youthful face. It is heavy in her hair but she minds it, enjoys it- and the assurance from Kreation makes Segolene practically leap into the iron-filly.
“Wowowowowowowowow.” one long stream of sound. “I love it! That’s so cool! Oh man- you can do all kinds of stuff. Neat. Thank you!” she’s a burst of joy, of emotion and of play: a child of endless excitement, and even when the shifting wings make a sound it enthralls her.
Aysel cannot help but laugh at the way Segolene trots about: how she walks in a way that makes the gift all the more shine and show. It warms her in a way, but, the old Jaguar is a tired creature: one whose enjoyment of the metal-child is endless; but admittedly she almost wishes she could sleep.
Take them both down for nap time, that she could get them both to stay just a little longer: after all, the plague is rampant.
Kreation will not have it though, and she is polite, Aysel can only give a mournful sigh before speaking up and nodding. “I am aware only that at present there is Ischia and the Island Resort,” she pauses- considering her words and mulling over the paranoia and fear of the plague. “Both westward and cross the sea a way. I believe Kromium had gone first to Ischia; but it is possible they have reached the other island.” she glances back to her own child, to Segolene who rests and wanders.
“Segolene, come say goodbye to Kreation. I need you to stay with Jude and Magnus while I leave: I will return; but you cannot go beyond the border.” she is adamant, stiff and harsh enough that the child looks to her friend: she was leaving.
Quick to saunter back she sniffs, bops her small nose against Kreation- and flattens her ears with a quiet sorrow. “Good bye, okay- I hope you come back.” tender, she leaves.
Aysel is watching: blinking slowly, and she hardens herself. “I will escort to both Islands. I have heard tale of some awful lizard creature creeping around… as well as squid and other beasts. Besides, while I am almost certain you could easily defend yourself- this is still not a journey for someone so young, alone.”
And like that the old Jaguar stretches, yawns and shifts her weight: walking and gesturing to Kreation.
@[Kreation]