Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Emaline could see that the slime was having a little difficulty understanding, but she hoped that she illustrated it well enough. She's never had to try and teach a language to this extent before and honestly, she was surprised it was working. The girl was soaking up knowledge way easier than any adult she's ever met. The girl was young of course, but the age where information was being sucked up like a sponge was still long behind her. She knew some kids that weren't learning as quickly as this girl was. She immediately recognised the motion the slime was doing as well since she herself was someone who crafted baskets. For the girl to copy the motion in such detail...it was fascinating. She stepped out of the way to let the girl do what she wanted to. She was obviously onto something. She was even using the words she'd taught her. It was nice to see her work in action. At first, she was a little worried when the girl grabbed some of the rice and dumped it onto the table. She usually wasn't a fan of food being dumped like that, since cleaning it was a pain. Still, she didn't complain, the table wasn't bad after all. She watched as the girl sorted the rice into three piles, one bigger than the other. She couldn't help but smile when the girl sorted them by size and proclaimed one bigger than the other and the other way around. she even figured out smallest. With a gentle smile, she stroked the girl's hair from above, though she removed her hand when she felt the rather stiff hair the slime had. It wasn't like hair at all, it was a solid mass, stuck together. For a moment, she didn't know what to say but composing herself, she managed to get out a 'well done' before she gently put a hand on the table, moving the rice back into the bowl. Perhaps she was being too much of a mother right now but she couldn't stand seeing good grain lying around like that. Now came a point where she was struggling to figure out what to do. And that was the exact thing she was struggling with, teaching her the unknown. There was nothing she could point at with the unknown. Nonetheless, it would be vital. Wrapped in a piece of fabric were small wooden lids she liked to use to prevent insects from attacking her berries. She took one before she stood up again from her crouched position, looking around for a pot they hadn't used yet. An empty pot would mean she could teach two lessons at once! Grasping the nearest empty pot and the pot of rice, she moved both to the table the girl was sitting at, gently putting them on the table's surface. Rice, she said, gently tilting the pot so that the girl would be able to see the inside. Rice inside the pot, she said, gesturing to the rice and then the pot so that she would understand what 'inside' meant. The word itself wasn't necessarily all that important on its own but she needed it to continue her lesson. She proceeded to put the lid on top of the pot of rice before once more tilting it for the girl to see while she held the lid on so it wouldn't fall down. What is inside the pot? she asked, putting emphasis on 'what'. She removed the lid afterwards with the word 'rice'. Quickly checking on the girl, she waited for the telltale sign of her processing this new information before she continued by putting the lid on the empty pot. What is inside the pot? she asked, holding the pot closed with the lid before opening it up for the girl to see. Nothing, she said, hoping the girl would understand what she meant. Of course, any normal person would understand what she meant, but she had gone full mother mode at this point. Besides, the things she thought natural seemed foreign to this girl. Perhaps it was best to teach her like you would a child. It was what she was best at after all. Looking around for something else to use, she left the pots behind, swiftly slipping over to the wooden barricade. She lifted it off the wall which didn't look like an easy task, though it was more because of its size and how uncomfortably hard it was pressing against her genitalia. Setting it up in front of the table, she held it so it wouldn't fall, positioning herself next to it. Emaline, she said, pointing to herself. She hoped the girl would understand that that was her name but didn't count on it. That was always something that could be revised on later. Emaline is next to the barricade, she said, gesturing from herself to the wooden blockade when she pronounced 'next' and to the barricade when she mentioned it. On second thought she should probably have done these in separate sentences but she didn't realise until she had already spoken it. Now that that was taken care of, she moved in front of the barricade, careful not to let it fall. Emaline is in front of the barricade she explained, putting emphasis on 'in front'. This was advanced stuff, but she was confident the girl would understand with one or two more examples. She seemed adept at learning their language after all. Moving behind the barrier so that she could hold it with both hands, she continued with the lesson. Emaline is behind the barrier, she said, though she noticed she probably should cover the basics of questions first. Perhaps the girl would think her name was who if she continued like this. Stepping back to the side of the barrier, she adopted a softer look because she was only focused on addressing the girl now. You, she said, pointing at the girl, know that blueberries are smaller than the house. You know that rice is inside that pot she explained, pointing at the pot of rice on the table. What is unknown. um... she said, trying to find a way to explain it. Satisfied with her choice, she pointed first to her and the girl and the roof and the table. You and me are different. House and table are different. Known and unknown are...differentest. Differentest is an opposite. Known opposite to unknown. She pointed at one of the pots the girl hadn't looked in, a larger water pot at the bed. What is inside pot? Unknown. What is unknown. she repeated, hoping the girl would be able to puzzle the pieces together. Ever since she'd moved closer to the table the bowls were out of reach, but she could still push one of the stools behind the wall with her hand, even if it was a little awkward and time-consuming. What is behind the barricade? she asked, before pushing the piece of log out with her foot. Seat! Now came the tricky part, but she thought the girl would be able to understand at this point. Moving behind the barrier, she waited for a second before asking Who is behind the barrier? Waiting for another second, she popped out from behind the barrier, moving next to it once more. Emaline! she said, smiling victoriously. It wasn't exactly methodical with how much she was revising in the middle of doing it but it was pretty good for spontaneous language lessons.