01-14-2021, 12:27 PM
There's so much she doesn't know, I think sometimes when she adores me like that - so much history she shouldn't be privy of as a child, so that she remains the pure and good, innocent girl that she is now. In many ways, the things we don't tell our children are for their own protection, without them knowing about it. It's for the best though - a child is something not to be spoiled.
Her question makes me chuckle. "I've dabbled in it from time to time. Most structures I've made are functional, though. I'm sure you are much more creative." And more privy to make it actually look good. When it was needed, I've never bothered with how anything looked, but maybe I should have - but I don't think I have that much of an artistic eye. Or just not the patience. I'm pretty sure our daughter does, however. Don't know where she got it, but she has it.
The topic of Leonidas - I honestly still don't understand the creature, not at all - makes her huff in the same way I do internally most of the time (or just when I'm alone on the Isle and accidentally think of him; I try not to). I chuckle a bit like that, shaking my head at the explanation. "Patience is good, but even young babies have to learn how to deal with the real world eventually," I tell her and at that, she might already know I'm not planning on taking any shine away again the next time I happen upon the star. "Not everybody is nice, and not everybody thinks the same way. Best to let him practise in a safe environment." I wink at her. I don't know if she has the courage to step up to this competitive star, but I know that when Lilli is present neither of them will get hurt for it.
Nevertheless, Rosey must sleep too. I'm reminded of that when she comes in for another hug and yawns. "That they are, little glacier. That they are." I agree, musing over her head in response. I smile down upon the little girl when she asks if I'll stay, so I nod. "Of course. You just tend to not notice, because you're such a sleepyhead." I poke her a little, which inherently ends in a little bit of a push towards her usual sleeping spot. That I'm usually too restless to sleep through a whole night doesn't mean she doesn't need it, after all. The difference between a full-grown body with lots of things to do, and that of a child who should have no worries in the world, I presume.
Her question makes me chuckle. "I've dabbled in it from time to time. Most structures I've made are functional, though. I'm sure you are much more creative." And more privy to make it actually look good. When it was needed, I've never bothered with how anything looked, but maybe I should have - but I don't think I have that much of an artistic eye. Or just not the patience. I'm pretty sure our daughter does, however. Don't know where she got it, but she has it.
The topic of Leonidas - I honestly still don't understand the creature, not at all - makes her huff in the same way I do internally most of the time (or just when I'm alone on the Isle and accidentally think of him; I try not to). I chuckle a bit like that, shaking my head at the explanation. "Patience is good, but even young babies have to learn how to deal with the real world eventually," I tell her and at that, she might already know I'm not planning on taking any shine away again the next time I happen upon the star. "Not everybody is nice, and not everybody thinks the same way. Best to let him practise in a safe environment." I wink at her. I don't know if she has the courage to step up to this competitive star, but I know that when Lilli is present neither of them will get hurt for it.
Nevertheless, Rosey must sleep too. I'm reminded of that when she comes in for another hug and yawns. "That they are, little glacier. That they are." I agree, musing over her head in response. I smile down upon the little girl when she asks if I'll stay, so I nod. "Of course. You just tend to not notice, because you're such a sleepyhead." I poke her a little, which inherently ends in a little bit of a push towards her usual sleeping spot. That I'm usually too restless to sleep through a whole night doesn't mean she doesn't need it, after all. The difference between a full-grown body with lots of things to do, and that of a child who should have no worries in the world, I presume.
there’s an ocean in between your heart and me
@[Roselin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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