paradisalost | Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

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[Jilly has always been an odd sort of child.

Very odd.

The castle might have thrown her, but when she realizes there's another presence, she turns to look...and doesn't even blink. He's huge, compared to her, his red eyes level with hers, but she simply holds out her hand as if he was one of the neighborhood dogs] Puppy!

[he just stands there for a moment, vaguely wondering if it's the fluffiness factor that's making people stop being afraid of him. He steps forward and politely sniffs her outstretched hand.

...

Have a cold wet nose pushing itself into your face for a more definitive sniff, kid. Weird. You're mistress' friend, just. Oddly smaller.]

[she gives a squeal of surprise that quickly devolves into laughter, tiny hands pushing into his fur. Thankfully, she's careful not to pull. Even this young, she has no desire to hurt other creatures]

[well, he seems to have caught himself a small human.

He stays still for a few moments and then gently disentangles himself. Carefully taking a sleeve between his teeth, he gives a few meaningful tugs toward the general direction of his mistress, lets go and starts walking towards her.]

[she gives the castle one last, curious glance, before falling into step beside the wolf. Every few steps she has to fall into a somewhat awkward run, trying to keep up with his leggy strides, but she seems perfectly content to follow him.

In her four-year-old mind, there's no way this could be a bad thing]

[he glances back as she does her little run. Weighing his options, he finally lowers himself to the ground and then points his nose at his back. It'll be faster this way.]

[her steps stumble to a stop, one tiny hand moving to rest against his side. She watches him curiously as he stands still...and then lays down beside her. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't immediately get his meaning. Small fingers running through fur, her head tilts slightly]

Are you tired, Puppy?

[there's a soft exhalation, and then he's underneath her and surging up to his paws. He stands still, craning his head backwards to see if the kid is holding on or if he's dropped her or something.]

[his first sign that he's succeeded is the way her fingers tighten on his fur, grasping tight as she's lifted off her feet. For a moment, there's just stunned silence. Then her feet begin to swing lightly, brushing his sides, and she laughs]

[oh good. There's the slightest wag of his tail and then he starts walking, smoothly moving up to his usual fast trot.

He's bringing her to the fountain in the garden. If she squints, she can see a small figure sitting at the edge of the fountain, looking up at the dark sky.]

[she holds on gamely, perfectly comfortable on the large animal's back. She doesn't even pull his fur (too much)]

[Natsuki's sitting at the edge of the fountain, dark blue hair rolling down her back in a wave. Hands in long elegant gloves languidly play with a small flower. A soft breeze passes through, rustling that ridiculously short skirt and why the fuck does she need a bow on both her chest and the small of her back? Honestly, that tiara is not going to disguise her by /anybody's/ definition. And god knows how the hell she fights in those high heeled boots. This is the dumbest piece o -

Natsuki turns to look at the newcomers, looking oddly at peace with the world.]

Hello, Duran. And who do we have here?

[woah.

The little girl's eyes go wide as she looks at the pretty girl sitting by the fountain. The tiara is her first clue, followed by the dress and her cool, collected stance.

And, you know, the fact that she's sitting by a castle.

Arms wrapped around Duran's neck, she's suddenly a little shy, cuddling close to him. She's never met a princess before]

[nope, no hiding. 'Cause Duran is walking right up to Natsuki.

She places a hand on his head, ruffling the fur a little and then looks at the girl, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.]

I am Sailor Silver Ice Crystal.

[gosh, could her name get any more complicated]

[that's...quite a lot to take in. Jilly contemplates it for a moment before deciding that it's much too much to try and repeat, so she wiggles a bit as she sits up straighter]

...I'm Jillian.

Pleased to meet you, Jillian.

[an odd fit of gallantry, and then she's holding the flower out to the girl]

You can call me Natsuki.

[awww, flower. She takes it, holding the stem with a great deal of care for someone so young, before looking back up at Natsuki with a mix of awe and confusion]

But you said your name was Sailor...Sailor Crystal.

[close enough]

I go by both. [whee, secrecy. What's that?]

So how did you come by Duran?

[even if she told, the chances of her butchering the name beyond recognition were in Natsuki's favor.

The little girl looks back down at her 'mount,' feet swinging a bit at the question] He came over and said hi. 'Cause he's a nice puppy.

[looking amused now]

Puppy? I guess you're not afraid of big bad wolves.

[you could almost swear he's rolling his eyes, but he's too cool to do that. So instead he finally lays down on the ground, wondering if this will be over any time soon.]

Like the one in Red Riding Hood? [no, she hasn't connected this to the 'puppy' she's riding]

He's not the type to eat little old ladies, if that's what you're asking.

How come wolves eat people? Don't they taste funny?

[there's a teasing smile]

Only if they're not cooked right.

[have a nose wrinkle, Natsuki] You don't cook people.

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/dead

/revives D:

/twitches

/pokes

/flop

/patpat

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