Plourr Estillo (
fighting_mad) wrote2008-01-11 08:23 pm
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Plourr is in what has become a normal position, these days -- sitting with reports and a datapad and a plate of dinner, Ianna in a carrier on the table, Plourr's hair tied back and a blaster at her hip.
She isn't doing much work, though, or eating much in the way of dinner. Instead, she has become distracted by a new game. It involves poking Ianna lightly in the belly, and then grinning like a maniac as Ianna laughs a big, delighted, baby laugh, beaming up at her.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
The Estillo(-Pernon) women could go on like this all day.
She isn't doing much work, though, or eating much in the way of dinner. Instead, she has become distracted by a new game. It involves poking Ianna lightly in the belly, and then grinning like a maniac as Ianna laughs a big, delighted, baby laugh, beaming up at her.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
The Estillo(-Pernon) women could go on like this all day.
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What is surprising, though, is the sound of a baby laughing. Sure, pregnant women tend to lead to babies, but Finn--isn't always good with cause and effect.
He standing by the table, shy.
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"Finn," she says in greeting, half-turning in her seat, her grin still strong. She nudges Ianna's stomach, and the redheaded princess gives another belly-laugh, her fists waving just a little. "Long time no see."
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He's not so good at time. Or...remembering things. He does remember Plourr was going to have a girl, though!
"Hello," Finn tells the tiny girl quietly, with a half smile.
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It's something.
"Finn dan Shahar, miss," he says, ducking his head to her with amused formality before stopping, and glancing up at Plourr questioningly.
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She nods, approvingly. "Go on. Shake her hand."
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He beams at her. "It's good to meet you too."
To Plourr: "What's her name?"
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She does have an impressive grip for a little one, which may not be a surprise, given the strength and size of her parents.
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Ianna's a good name. What does it mean?"
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Her smile continues to grow, inch by inch, as she strokes Ianna's wrist -- the right one, which is the hand that's got a deathgrip on Finn -- lightly with a fingertip. "It means 'wind.' "
Ianna gurgles again, in a half-laugh.
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"A very good name."
The part of Finn dan Shahar that was once a lord of the wind is highly amused.
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Ianna, meanwhile, releases Finn's finger only so that she can bat at his hand, with a happy squawk.
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He brushes said hand softly, the look of wonder quick returning. Dari wasn't this small for very long at all.
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(Plourr is just going to be over here, watching, and plotting ways to make Finn babysit [as long as he proves himself competent].)
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So guess what she does at being tickled?
That's right -- she laughs, babyish and thoroughly delighted.
She kicks up her feet, too, and waves her hands.
"Look at you, getting her all riled," says Plourr, her smile hidden by her hand but audible in her voice. "She likes you, Finn. She doesn't like just anybody."
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"I've -- always gotten along with the little ones. When my little brother was this small he'd fall for anyone willing to put a finger within pulling distance."
His grin's faded to a smile, but he glances back at the baby in the carrier, fond. "Don't cause too much trouble for your mom, just because I've been waking you all up, okay?"
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Really. He might...teach her how to knit! Or something like that. How terrifying.
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Ianna, in the meantime, is holding a wordless, onesided conversation with Finn, all in burbles and coos.
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A boy needs to keep his street cred! Uh.
"That's very interesting, Miss Ianna," he adds to the little girl, in the sort of tone that says do go on.
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"Watch it," she says after a moment. "She'll go on like that all day if you're not careful.
"You ever consider taking a trip or two, Finn?" Plourr asks, casual and easy, leaning back in her chair with a hand on the back of her neck.
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She says it casually, but it's not an invitation that's extended lightly. Ianna evidently approves of it, from the delighted shout she lets out, laughing and kicking.
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"Really? I'll ask Henry, I'm sure he'll want to visit."
:D!
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This is the advantage of running a planet: no one asks questions when you bring home strange, ignorant friends.
"You come to Eiattu anytime you want, Finn."
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"Thank you," Finn adds, "it's--cramped, here."
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As long as--
A shadow passes across her face, but it clears swiftly, and she says, simple and matter-of-fact, "Finn, the fact that you're dead -- it won't be a problem, will it?"
She could sugarcoat it and she could beat around the bush, or she could ask straight out. Plourr Estillo has never been an indirect woman.
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"Dana brought me here," he says. "If I go back out my door I'll--meet Dari, before the walls of the Weaver's Halls."
And his fingers which he'd been playing absent-mindedly with Ianna fall still, letting her grab them.
"I do not know. But I don't think Dana would give me life just to take it away. That isn't like her--this gift already's taken its price. Another world, a world that's not hers? It shouldn't matter, I don't think."
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"Just -- be careful. That's all I'm saying," says Plourr. "I trust that you know what'll work for you and what won't."
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(He's doesn't trust himself to know what will work for him, but he can try fot Plourr, Rial, Ianna, and Henry's sakes.
And if things don't work out, he misses Dari fiercely so what is the ill in that?)
"Is--Rial doing...well?"
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Plourr glances over at her -- nothing major wrong; just throwing a tantrum -- then back at Finn.
"Yeah," she says, chin resting in her hand. "He's doing well. Completely wrapped around Ianna's little finger. Currently in talks with some delegates from another planet in the system; it's all very dull." She smirks, seeming not to notice Finn's sudden change of mood (with the key word being 'seeming'). "Better him than me."
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"I do not handle being bored well," he says, watching the little girl with a fond smile as she cheers up again, "so I cannot say I envy him the task."
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(He's sent her a number of holos, too, but Plourr went for the plain text message, which is what he sends her during meetings when he can't be recording; baby steps for Finn, right?)
"It comes via the Holonet. A -- communications network." A little apologetically, since she can't explain it well: "Technology."
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"Like the signals that go through the air?"
It is highly disturbing when you are flying through a world and, given your ability to understand everything on the wind, are hit with radio broadcasts. It took Finn a while to learn how to tune them out.
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Plourr doesn't really know how it works. It just does. That's the important part.
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He is not Henry, so there is no trying to take it apart to see how it works. He is content that Plourr says it does.
"Leila would be very jealous, I think."
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That seems like the relevant information on Leila.
"I--she was my best friend, you know."
He shrugs, and doesn't say he misses her.
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He really hasn't told her much of anything about his life before his death.
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"Now, how's the artist business coming?"
Finn starts to explain, and Plourr settles in to listen, her arm hooked across the back of her chair and her legs crossed casually.
It's a funny sort of friendship, maybe, but Plourr isn't complaining.