Sixteen

[properwhitemage]

[Tiny little one-year-old Porom is a little baffled. She's managed to escape the yard in search of her brother, but since she only just learned to walk and is wearing baby winter clothes, it's not so much wandering as waddling ineffectually.

It's taking her about a minute to get from one sidewalk paver to the next.

This is NOT Mysidia...]

Comments

[dynamic_may_lee]

-Never fear! Lee Jinju is here! While considerably less DYNAMIC and spunky, this girl is still justice minded and she can't just let a baby crawl out on her own. Time for her babysitter instincts to take over.-

Whoah whoa, slow down there little one. Just where are you going?

[properwhitemage]

[She doesn't recognize this girl at all--she's not one of the mages and is definitely not the Elder.]

Eld--el--

[Talking is still a bit tricky. She's in a strange cold place full of strangers and can't find her brother.

Cue sniffling.]

[dynamic_may_lee]

Hey hey, you've no reason to fear. Are you looking for your family?

[properwhitemage]

[She nods. Specifically her brother.]

Pa-m.

[heartofheaven]

[Tifa crouches down in front of her, alarmed to see such a small child on her own.]

Oh - what are you doing wandering around all by yourself? Where are your parents?

[properwhitemage]

[Porom stares at the stranger.]

Eld-- pa pa pa!

[Palom is such a hard word to say when you're one.]

[heartofheaven]

Papa? You want your papa? I hope he's here somewhere...

[Reaching out to pick her up.]

What's your name?

[properwhitemage]

[No she doesn't have a papa... just Elder. She's starting to sniffle, partly from cold and partly because she's starting to cry, but maybe this very tall girl will help her?]

Porm!

[prodigious_mage]

[Palom is two. ~ I'm older than you are mwahahahahahahaahahahahahaha -- *cough* The little boy toddles down the streets and sees someone vaguely familiar.]

. . . Sis?

[properwhitemage]

[Ooooh when did you get older Palom!? That's not fair! Waddles towards him anyway.]

Pa-m!

[prodigious_mage]

Porom polom! . . . Small Porom.

[He giggles and pokes the top of her head.]