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"And then.... they lived happily ever after!"
Theron beamed from where he was hiding behind the little puppet stand he'd made for these shows. The children in front of him were squealing and beaming as the puppets, a bunny and dog he'd put together, gave bows. He retracted the puppets and pulled the curtain. They he came away from stand and gave a flourishing bow himself, a smile on his face. He loved performing for the children, interacting with them and just seeing all their little smiles and beaming faces. He wished he could really put on extravagant costumes full of bright colors, but all of their clothes were pale white. He barely managed to get away with the necklaces and pieces of fabric he found in the forest to liven up his own wardrobe, but he usually reserved it for the crafting.
"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind," he added. After a moment, a teasing light entered his eyes and he rushed forward to tickle attack one of the children sitting in front. The child squealed in surprise and squirmed. Laughter erupted around him and the children all hurried over to try and get the tickle monster. Theron wasn't sure how long he was playing with the children, but it had been morning, after chores, and now the sun was bright in the sky. At that point, his clothing was all ruffled and he had grass, twigs, and leaves sticking out of his vibrantly colored hair. He laughed softly, staring up at the sky, the children all around him worn out from their laughter and chase, their tickle game had transformed into one of tag.
"Alright little ones. It is time for your lessons, I think. I wouldn't want to keep you longer, least we get in trouble for our delay!" he called to them. A few groaned but he made sure to get everyone up and returned them to their studies. Theron dusted himself off and tried to get all the extra plants out of his hair and clothes and was mostly successful. He cleaned up the puppet show and broke it down as he always did. He didn't want the angels to scold him for leaving his projects like this out in the middle of the garden. He put everything away and sighed softly to himself. It was in the quiet like this he felt a familiar ache creeping up on him. He refused to think too much on it and shoved it aside, choosing to focus on the present.
That's when he heard a few of the children talking about a 'doll'. He sighed inwardly and shook his head. Why did they insist on calling Cressida doll? They were so cruel to her. Sure, the young girl didn't often display her emotions but that didn't mean she was emotionless. How much did those words hurt her on the inside? What was she thinking? Did she cry when she was alone? Maybe he could go to her and cheer her up some way. Even if she didn't smile or laugh at his jokes and silliness, maybe it helped. With his mind made up, he hurried over to the lake the other children mentioned and frowned when he did not find Cressida there. She must have moved on then. But where did she go?
Theron checked the rooms and the main garden area, asking a few people he passed by if they'd seen the little white hair girl but none had seen her recently. Theron frowned; a rare thing on his features. Where could she have gone? Worry began to creep into his bones. Was she okay? Should he get the angels involved? They would certainly know where to find the girl, wouldn't they? But what if she just wanted a quiet place to hide from the bullies? If he brought too much unwanted attention to her, would she shy even more away than she did now? No, he wouldn't involve the angels just yet. He could search a little longer. Even if the sun was beginning to creep further into the sky, he had time to find her. He would call upon the angels soon.
Theron turned his gaze to the forest then. Would she have gone in there? He couldn't remember if she had gone into the forest before. But there were animals there. Maybe she got stuck? He hurried through the trees then, searching for any sign of the little girl. "Cressida? Cressida!" he called into the shadows. Theron found a trickle of water and followed that deeper into the forest, hoping she'd stayed close to water. He followed the trickle to where it became a brook and he saw Cressida standing there. He smiled, relief flooding through him as he approached.
"Cressida! I was worried about you. I was looking every-" he began but cut himself off when he realized she was not alone. His eyes widened when he saw the older stranger there. She was obviously wounded, what with the bandages on her body. And she glowed; had a halo like the angels he was familiar with. She seemed different though he couldn't place his finger on it. But why would an angel be out here like this? There was something that cautioned him. He needed to get to Cressida but his curiosity and concern for the stranger stilled him a moment. He'd never encountered a stranger here. He took a few steps forward then. "Cressida... are you hurt?" he called softly, his eyes not leaving the stranger.
Who is she? he wondered to himself. She's beautiful... and hurt. What could have hurt her? He moved a little closer. "Who are you? Where did you... where did you come from? Do you need help?" he called out then to the woman.
Theron beamed from where he was hiding behind the little puppet stand he'd made for these shows. The children in front of him were squealing and beaming as the puppets, a bunny and dog he'd put together, gave bows. He retracted the puppets and pulled the curtain. They he came away from stand and gave a flourishing bow himself, a smile on his face. He loved performing for the children, interacting with them and just seeing all their little smiles and beaming faces. He wished he could really put on extravagant costumes full of bright colors, but all of their clothes were pale white. He barely managed to get away with the necklaces and pieces of fabric he found in the forest to liven up his own wardrobe, but he usually reserved it for the crafting.
"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind," he added. After a moment, a teasing light entered his eyes and he rushed forward to tickle attack one of the children sitting in front. The child squealed in surprise and squirmed. Laughter erupted around him and the children all hurried over to try and get the tickle monster. Theron wasn't sure how long he was playing with the children, but it had been morning, after chores, and now the sun was bright in the sky. At that point, his clothing was all ruffled and he had grass, twigs, and leaves sticking out of his vibrantly colored hair. He laughed softly, staring up at the sky, the children all around him worn out from their laughter and chase, their tickle game had transformed into one of tag.
"Alright little ones. It is time for your lessons, I think. I wouldn't want to keep you longer, least we get in trouble for our delay!" he called to them. A few groaned but he made sure to get everyone up and returned them to their studies. Theron dusted himself off and tried to get all the extra plants out of his hair and clothes and was mostly successful. He cleaned up the puppet show and broke it down as he always did. He didn't want the angels to scold him for leaving his projects like this out in the middle of the garden. He put everything away and sighed softly to himself. It was in the quiet like this he felt a familiar ache creeping up on him. He refused to think too much on it and shoved it aside, choosing to focus on the present.
That's when he heard a few of the children talking about a 'doll'. He sighed inwardly and shook his head. Why did they insist on calling Cressida doll? They were so cruel to her. Sure, the young girl didn't often display her emotions but that didn't mean she was emotionless. How much did those words hurt her on the inside? What was she thinking? Did she cry when she was alone? Maybe he could go to her and cheer her up some way. Even if she didn't smile or laugh at his jokes and silliness, maybe it helped. With his mind made up, he hurried over to the lake the other children mentioned and frowned when he did not find Cressida there. She must have moved on then. But where did she go?
Theron checked the rooms and the main garden area, asking a few people he passed by if they'd seen the little white hair girl but none had seen her recently. Theron frowned; a rare thing on his features. Where could she have gone? Worry began to creep into his bones. Was she okay? Should he get the angels involved? They would certainly know where to find the girl, wouldn't they? But what if she just wanted a quiet place to hide from the bullies? If he brought too much unwanted attention to her, would she shy even more away than she did now? No, he wouldn't involve the angels just yet. He could search a little longer. Even if the sun was beginning to creep further into the sky, he had time to find her. He would call upon the angels soon.
Theron turned his gaze to the forest then. Would she have gone in there? He couldn't remember if she had gone into the forest before. But there were animals there. Maybe she got stuck? He hurried through the trees then, searching for any sign of the little girl. "Cressida? Cressida!" he called into the shadows. Theron found a trickle of water and followed that deeper into the forest, hoping she'd stayed close to water. He followed the trickle to where it became a brook and he saw Cressida standing there. He smiled, relief flooding through him as he approached.
"Cressida! I was worried about you. I was looking every-" he began but cut himself off when he realized she was not alone. His eyes widened when he saw the older stranger there. She was obviously wounded, what with the bandages on her body. And she glowed; had a halo like the angels he was familiar with. She seemed different though he couldn't place his finger on it. But why would an angel be out here like this? There was something that cautioned him. He needed to get to Cressida but his curiosity and concern for the stranger stilled him a moment. He'd never encountered a stranger here. He took a few steps forward then. "Cressida... are you hurt?" he called softly, his eyes not leaving the stranger.
Who is she? he wondered to himself. She's beautiful... and hurt. What could have hurt her? He moved a little closer. "Who are you? Where did you... where did you come from? Do you need help?" he called out then to the woman.