And inflate your ego? No. [She was teasing him a little, using sarcasm to get her point across. Ivar was still...Ivar to her. Title or not. He was a friend, and she couldn't really say much else. There was a lot she was still learning about him.] The moment you ask me to call you such, I know something will be wrong.
[He didn't seem like the type to really care about his title. He didn't bring it up until now. Only when he was talking about his mother. She did as he asked, giving the other two strands while listening to his description of his world. It was hard to imagine what his mother would've looked like...but to know she'd shown him kindness...it's more than what some people got in her world.]
I can't say I have any memories like that...but your mother...she sounds lovely. [Not a perfect parent, but better than being an orphan. And it dawns on her that the person she copied her hair style from was probably her parent..her mother. Her tiny hands trying to move up to recreate those three perfect buns on her head. Her hair style was one of the few things she had left of her old life...before The First Order, before Jakku..]
Are you almost done? [She asked softly, unsure if she wanted to see the hair style or not...or maybe itching to try to undo all of it to get her old hair style back.]
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Date: 2017-11-25 06:42 am (UTC)[He didn't seem like the type to really care about his title. He didn't bring it up until now. Only when he was talking about his mother. She did as he asked, giving the other two strands while listening to his description of his world. It was hard to imagine what his mother would've looked like...but to know she'd shown him kindness...it's more than what some people got in her world.]
I can't say I have any memories like that...but your mother...she sounds lovely. [Not a perfect parent, but better than being an orphan. And it dawns on her that the person she copied her hair style from was probably her parent..her mother. Her tiny hands trying to move up to recreate those three perfect buns on her head. Her hair style was one of the few things she had left of her old life...before The First Order, before Jakku..]
Are you almost done? [She asked softly, unsure if she wanted to see the hair style or not...or maybe itching to try to undo all of it to get her old hair style back.]