Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Emaline felt a little bad for not understanding what the girl was trying to tell her the first time. Of course, she couldn't expect her to teach her perfect language in the span of an hour but maybe she should have tried understanding it more. It definitely sounded logical, but the conclusion was odd. The girl was describing herslef as an animal. She obviously wasn't, she was obviously a person was she? There were a lot of things weird and wrong about her but surely she couldn't be as feral as she described herself? She looked at the girl with no little amount of curiosity as she scooped up some rice from the rice pot, trying to think of a way to illustrate what she was saying. Sitting down when asked, she watched the girl create a small scene with the help of the grain. The drawing was crude, but nonetheless descriptive enough for her to understand. What confused her was that the girl portrayed herself as a somewhat round object. She was obviously trying to show her difference, but she could still have done that with stick figures if she were a different race. A young girl was protraying herself as some round entity, it didn't add up. Emaline didn't notice that it was the same set of words she'd heard in the forest, but she understood the meaning of them. The way she portrayed it, it made it seemed like she killed these people. But, the painful expression on her face, unusual for her previous stiffness, told Emaline more than she could have asked for. The girl was no killer, on the contrary. Whatever she was portraying here had deeply effected her. What she did notice however was that the figure she then created was the same as one of the three people she had displayed earlier and when she also said the same thing, Emaline began to realize what the drawing meant. The girl also shifted her voice when she recited Emaline. Since your own voice sounded different to you, Emaline wasn't able to exactly source this voice to her, but she did realise that the slime went through the trouble of imitating her voice while intentionally leaving out the girl's voice. What happened, why was she like the girl? In thought, she watched as the girl put the rice back into the bowl. She remembered the girl saying something about hunting instincts before. She was desperately trying to portray herself as some kind of animal yet she couldn't figure out why and she couldn't really ask within the boundaries of the girl's limited vocabulary. And the girl's tone was starting to sound desperate, sorrow mixed in with doubt and regret. There was only one thing a good mother could do. Without putting any thought to it, Melanie gently leaned forward, carefully wrapping her arms around the girl so that she wouldn't be surprised by it. The hug was gentle, motherly, calming as she shared her warmth with the girl. The still somehow bone and jointless girl. She was really a mystery.... You.....you said you were nothing. You are the opposite of nothing... she said, trying to find a way to get more out of the girl. Thr circle... she said, reaching over to the rice without breaking the hug. She laid them in a circle before putting the rest back. Is this...you? She asked, hoping to find the reason why the girl portrayed herself like this. But this is you here, she said, rearranging the rice to create a small stick figure. What changed? Change.....wood changed into roof, barricade, table, seat, she said, forced to explain the word change on the fly. Show me! She said, some of her excitement slipping through. She was close to solving the mystery she thought, but she was in for a surprise.