chatlog from 11/03/08
Who: Ilse, Iphigenia, Wendla, and Melchior
What: Discussions about Love, Religion, and Hanschen Rilow among other things
Where: The grass
[Melchior] *wanders by*
[Wendla] *eeeee* Melchior!
[Ilse> If it isn't Melchi Gabor!
[Iphigenia] Besides, at least my first time was in a proper bed. *so /THERE/*
[Melchior]*looks up* Mm?
[Ilse] ............*OH SNAP*
[Melchior] O_O
[Melchior] Er...
[Iphigenia] *oh noesss whyyy did she just say that* You're--Melchior!
[Iphigenia] Oh.
[Wendla] *omg bitch* Well, Iphigenia, you needn't bee so /snippy/.
[Iphigenia] Well you shouldn't be so /judgemental/!
[Melchior] I'm... Not interrupting, am I?
[Wendla] No, it's perfectly fine, Melchior, my /childhood/ friend.
[Iphigenia] *winces a little at that* No, not at all.
[Ilse] *starts singing a folk song*
[Wendla] *btw, haylofts aren't that bad*
[Iphigenia] *o rly*
[Melchior] Oh
[Melchior] Okay.
[Wendla] *pats spot next to her* Do sit, Melchi. :)
[Melchior] *still feels awkward*
[Melchior] *sits, finding her hand*
[Iphigenia] *feels REALLY awkward* Wendla, please don't think less of me!
[Wendla] *yay, squeezes it LIKE THEY USED TO AS CHILDREN* Hmmph.
[Melchior] *so confused*
[Iphigenia] *turns to Melchior decisively* You're a philosopher, aren't you?
[Wendla] *leans on him happily*
[Melchior] I... Suppose so? Do philosophers often label themselves as such?
[Iphigenia] Well, Wendla's said so. So. I have a question for you.
[Wendla] I said you philosophize. :)
[Melchior] Okay, I'll answer the best I can. And maybe I do, Wendla. ^_^
[Wendla] ^_^ -- What are you singing, Ilse?
[Ilse] A song.
[Iphigenia] If you met someone and you felt really attracted to them very instantly, like you were shot with the arrows of love, and you trusted them because they made you feel safe and that is something you have been missing in your life for quite some time and then you....LAY with them because you wanted to, does that make you a bad person?
[Iphigenia] :|
[Wendla] -Oh. :) It sounded familiar.
[Melchior] ... I don't imagine it makes you a bad person, no
[Iphigenia] *frets a little* I mean, I just wanted to be with him.
[Iphigenia] [to HOLD HIM ETC ETC XP]
[Melchior] ... Are we still speaking hypothetically?
[Iphigenia] ...er.
[Iphigenia] no.
[Ilse] You never were.
[Iphigenia] *breathes*
[Melchior] Oh.
[Iphigenia] A bad person, you mean, Ilse?
[Wendla] *points out innocently* She met him the other day.
[Melchior] *thinks carefully about what he's saying* I don't think that expressing such feelings makes you a bad person, Iphigenia. However, I would advise against rushing into such things.
[Iphigenia] ...I suppose.
[Ilse] I meant you were never speaking hypothetically -- but you're not a bad person, either, no.
[Iphigenia] I guess I got a little carried away.
[Iphigenia] I'm a passionate person. :/
[Melchior] That is understandable, yes.
[Wendla] *looks satisfied with this answer of Melchior's :)*
[Iphigenia] Wendla, please don't think less of me!
[Wendla] *well can't really talk, given her situation, so doesn't say anything*
[Melchior] But sometimes it is adventageous to pause and think a moment
[Wendla] *as we have learned*
[Melchior] *speaking from some experience :|*
[Iphigenia] Yes, yes, I suppose it is.
[Wendla] *snuggles into his arm, yes*
[Melchior] *smiles, squeezing her hand*
[Iphigenia] *wibbles a little at the sight of them*
[Melchior] *a tad oblivious*
[Ilse] *watching an ant in the grass*
[Wendla] *picks a dandelion and blows the seeds into the wind*
[Melchior] Did you make a wish?
[Wendla] *nods* I did.
[Iphigenia] *almost to herself, staring off* I guess I was worried about the...consequences of such a...connection.
[Wendla] I can't tell you my wish, though. *hehe*
[Ilse] Consequences? Ha!
[Iphigenia] Wh--why are you laughing?
[Melchior] *squeezes her hand again, still thinking that superstitin a little silly but he doesn't mind*
[Wendla] You're not curious about my wish?
[Melchior] Of course I am, but you've already told me that you can't tell me. Unless you could be convinced otherwise?
[Ilse] I don't think much of consequences.
[Wendla] Well, *doesn't need much convincing* I wished we would never leave this place and that more of our friends will join us here.
[Iphigenia] But--why not? Consequences have...been important in my life. *wibbles*
[Melchior] *smiles widely* All of our friends?
[Wendla] Anna, Thea, Martha, Ernst-- everyone!
[Melchior] Do you suppose they'll show up?
[Ilse] How?
[Wendla] I hope so! Wouldn't that be nice? We could all play together.
[Melchior] I'm not sure. I'm not sure how /we/ got here.
[Iphigenia] ...I wish I had had friends back home.
[Wendla] *hopeful* Magic?
[Melchior] *quirks his eyebrow at Wendla* Magic, hhm?
[Wendla] Of course! :|
[Iphigenia] I believe in magic.
[Wendla] Melchior is a skeptic!
[Iphigenia] I think it's what made me alive and here instead of dead and in Hades. *nods solemnly*
[Iphigenia] The gods looked out for me.
[Wendla] Well, I still am not certain of how /I/ got here, since I've only one God.
[Iphigenia] Maybe he or she really likes you!
[Melchior] *curious* You escaped the underworld?
[Iphigenia] Yes.
[Ilse] *amused* Melchior is still a skeptic after all that's happened?
[Wendla] *giggles* He's bound to come around, I should think.
[Melchior] And from Hades? I thought that was supposed to be impossible
[Iphigenia] Well, I never went there in the first place.
[Wendla] :O *somehow senses where this is going*
[Melchior] *please*
[Iphigenia] They pulled my hair back, raised the knife to my throat and POOF!--I was here.
[Melchior] Oh. So you never met any of the gods?
[Wendla] How brutal!
[Iphigenia] *is somehow not fazed by talking about this*
[Iphigenia] No, sadly.
[Melchior] They killed you? Why would they do that?
[Iphigenia] *takes a deep breath, ready to explain* I was a sacrifice.
[Wendla] *i was killed too, btw*
[Melchior] *eyes widen* Sacrifice? To what? Who?
[Iphigenia] My father angered a goddess, so she made the winds blow towards the land, so the ships wouldn't sail to Troy. Then the priest said that the only way the winds would blow out to sea would be to sacrifice me.
[Iphigenia] :|
[Wendla] How did he know she was angry?
[Melchior] That's silly, no being could have that much power over an entire sea.
[Iphigenia] The winds blew inland. And the priest said so.
[Wendla] Wind?
[Melchior] The priest.
[Iphigenia] The priest was old and wise.
[Iphigenia] He knew everything.
[Wendla] *watches Melchior INTENTLY*
[Melchior] And yet he believed the winds were controlled.
[Melchior] By a god.
[Melchior] :|
[Iphigenia] They were!
[Iphigenia] :|
[Melchior] SO the best solution was to murder /you./ How did that work out for you?
[Iphigenia] *grimaces*
[Ilse] Who's to say the winds /aren't/ controlled by a god?
[Melchior] Iphigenia, I don't mean to be cruel, but I've found that trusting those with power so blindly is unwise.
[Melchior] *again speaking from experience*
[Iphigenia] ...I know that now.
[Iphigenia] I should never have trusted my father when he said he wanted my mother and I to come visit.
[Iphigenia] He loved power.
[Wendla] *snuggles Melchi for that*
[Melchior] Maybe you shouldn't have.
[Melchior] *squeezes Wendla"s hand*
[Ilse] Fathers. Who needs them.
[Iphigenia] Exactly.
[Melchior] *looks at Ilse sadly*
[Wendla] *same*
[Iphigenia] *doesn't get it*
[Iphigenia] It's sad though, or perhaps pathetic of me: I still love him, even though he had me killed.
[Wendla] I wouldn't feel that way had I been in your situation. :|
[Melchior] I imagine it takes a lot to break the love a child has for their parents. I suppose that's why being a parent is such a huge responsibility.
[Iphigenia] Yes, indeed.
[Iphigenia] *wibbles*
[Melchior] *feeling a little sad himself- squeezes Wendla's hand*
[Wendla] *bitter*
[Wendla] *squeezes his back*
[Ilse] And ours did /such/ a wonderful job!
[Wendla] Oh. /Yes/.
[Wendla] *hugs her belly after a moment*
[Melchior] *wraps his arms around her, kis nose to her shoulder*
[Iphigenia] *sees Wendla* I'm sorry, Wendla. I didn't mean to be mean to you earlier.
[Wendla] *gently rubs Melchi's arm* It is alright. *smiles a bit*
[Melchior] *makes a note to talk to her about this later*
[Wendla] *kisses his forehead* I don't miss home but I miss people from home.
[Iphigenia] I miss my mother and my siblings.
[Melchior] *sighs* I can't say I particularly miss anyone.
[Melchior] All my favorite people are here.
[Ilse] ...Melchior. Have you seen Hanschen lately?
[Iphigenia] That's good. *smiles*
[Wendla] *curious* What of Hanschen?
[Melchior] Hanschen? Oh yes, I did see him briefly.
[Melchior] Why do you ask, Ilse?
[Ilse] I need to find him, so that I may slap him. Repeatedly.
[Wendla] *gasps* What has he done?
[Iphigenia] Yes, do it soon. *feels bad for whatever girl he hurt*
[Melchior] *unfortunately not that surprised that's he's misbehaved* What did he do, this time?
[Ilse] I met a girl today...she was very distraught.
[Ilse] She says he forced himself on her!
[Ilse] Hanschen Rilow!
[Melchior] *brows furrow* He didn't.
[Melchior] *quite angry*
[Wendla] *GASP*
[Iphigenia] :|
[Ilse] I could see bruises.
[Iphigenia] What a terrible thing to do to someone! I hope you find him soon, Ilse.
[Iphigenia] *trusts Ilse's beating-up skills*
[Melchior] *rather quiet, but obviously angry*
[Wendla] *trusts Melchior's ability to smack a bitch*
[Melchior] *squeezes Wendla protectively*
[Wendla] *clings back*
[Ilse] Just thinking of it makes my blood boil!
[Iphigenia] I hope the girl's okay. :(
[Wendla] What is her name?
[Ilse] Helena.
[Iphigenia] *gaps* I met her when she first arrived at the Estates!
[Iphigenia] *gasps
[Wendla] *eyes widen* Oh, that poor girl.
[Iphigenia] Oh no!
[Iphigenia] She was from Athens.
[Iphigenia] *frets*
[Melchior] *touches his nose to Wendla's shoulder again, not liking this conversation*
[Wendla] *doesn't like it either because it reminds her of the bad things at home and how she wishes she could bring everyone here* *leans into him, pressing her cheek to his chest*
[Melchior] *tucks her under his chin*
[Iphigenia] I do hope we can find him soon and make him pay for what he's done.
[Wendla] You-- you look for him and you give him what he deserves.
[Ilse] Gladly.
[Melchior] :|
[Iphigenia] *trying to shift the topic of conversation to a happier one, begins making a flower chain* Look, Wendla! I can make a crown!
[Wendla] *looks away from Melchior's shirt* Oh, how nice. *suddenly feeling tired, though mostly just sad*
[Iphigenia] *quickly finishes the chain and gives it to Wendla to wear* Here you go. :)
[Wendla] *takes it* Thank you. *tries to smile :\*
[Melchior] *does smile a little, remembering Wendla's flower chains*
[Wendla] *sets it on her head*
[Iphigenia] *giggles* You look like a tree nymph!
[Wendla] Oh, flowers suit Ilse much more!
[Iphigenia] but you look so lovely in them!
[Iphigenia] we can /all/ be nymphs!
[Wendla] *sets the crown on Melchior's head* I don't think they suit you very well, unfortunately.
[Iphigenia] *laughs* he's much too manly for them.
[Ilse] I think it suits him well!
[Wendla] *giggles*
[Melchior] :|
[Ilse] :)
[Iphigenia] Melchior should have a sword instead. *nods sagely*
[Wendla] Actually, I think Melchior is fine with flowers!
[Melchior] *looks curiously up at the flowers on his head*
[Wendla] *pets his head*
[Melchior] ^__^
[Iphigenia] hee!
[Wendla] *tucks a flower behind his ear too* What do you think, Ilse?
[Melchior] *wells surely he must just look silly now*
[Melchior] *takes the flower from behind his ear and tucks it behind Wendla's instead* I think it's better on you.
[Wendla] *blushblushblush*
[Iphigenia] *awws at the cute couple*
[Ilse] How /sweet/. *teasing*
[Wendla] *more blushing*
[Melchior] That a problem, Ilse? *eyebrowquirk*
[Melchior] *also teasing*
[Iphigenia] *yawns* Oh, I think I'm getting sleepy.
[Iphigenia] *sort of flops down onto the grass*
[Melchior] Is the grass comfortable?
[Iphigenia] haha, I suppose. *attempts to snuggled into it, and ends up with dirt in her face* Yuck! *spits*
[Wendla] *has a Melchior to snuggle mmkay*
[Melchior] *yaywendlasnuggle*
[Iphigenia] *yawns again* Perhaps I should take a nap.
[Ilse] [G'NIGHT ALL <33333-
[Ilse] ]*
[Iphigenia] *flounces off to her room to sleep*
[Iphigenia] [good night freal! <333]
[Wendla] *well. kisses*
[Melchior] *smiles and kisses back* We're alone
[Wendla] *nosetonose* Yes, we are.
[Melchior] *kisses a little longer*
[Wendla] *mmkissing*
[Melchior] *pulls away, thinking about earlier* ... Wendla?
[Wendla] *opens eyes* Yes?
[Melchior] Before... When we were talking about parents... *unsure of how to approach this*
[Wendla] *nods encouragingly*
[Melchior] You seemed sad.
[Wendla] Oh. Yes.
[Melchior] *bites lips* I don't suppose you wanted to... Talk about it?
[Wendla] *places a hand over her belly* I just wonder... what it might be like.
[Melchior] *nods* Do you regret... Losing it?
[Wendla] *shrugs* I... I'm not entirely sure. *still holding her hand over her belly*
[Melchior] *curiously covers her hand with his* Do you really think we would have been ready?
[Wendla] *shakes head* No. But we would have tired so very hard for our child.
[Melchior] I think we still would, later.
What: Discussions about Love, Religion, and Hanschen Rilow among other things
Where: The grass
[Melchior] *wanders by*
[Wendla] *eeeee* Melchior!
[Ilse> If it isn't Melchi Gabor!
[Iphigenia] Besides, at least my first time was in a proper bed. *so /THERE/*
[Melchior]*looks up* Mm?
[Ilse] ............*OH SNAP*
[Melchior] O_O
[Melchior] Er...
[Iphigenia] *oh noesss whyyy did she just say that* You're--Melchior!
[Iphigenia] Oh.
[Wendla] *omg bitch* Well, Iphigenia, you needn't bee so /snippy/.
[Iphigenia] Well you shouldn't be so /judgemental/!
[Melchior] I'm... Not interrupting, am I?
[Wendla] No, it's perfectly fine, Melchior, my /childhood/ friend.
[Iphigenia] *winces a little at that* No, not at all.
[Ilse] *starts singing a folk song*
[Wendla] *btw, haylofts aren't that bad*
[Iphigenia] *o rly*
[Melchior] Oh
[Melchior] Okay.
[Wendla] *pats spot next to her* Do sit, Melchi. :)
[Melchior] *still feels awkward*
[Melchior] *sits, finding her hand*
[Iphigenia] *feels REALLY awkward* Wendla, please don't think less of me!
[Wendla] *yay, squeezes it LIKE THEY USED TO AS CHILDREN* Hmmph.
[Melchior] *so confused*
[Iphigenia] *turns to Melchior decisively* You're a philosopher, aren't you?
[Wendla] *leans on him happily*
[Melchior] I... Suppose so? Do philosophers often label themselves as such?
[Iphigenia] Well, Wendla's said so. So. I have a question for you.
[Wendla] I said you philosophize. :)
[Melchior] Okay, I'll answer the best I can. And maybe I do, Wendla. ^_^
[Wendla] ^_^ -- What are you singing, Ilse?
[Ilse] A song.
[Iphigenia] If you met someone and you felt really attracted to them very instantly, like you were shot with the arrows of love, and you trusted them because they made you feel safe and that is something you have been missing in your life for quite some time and then you....LAY with them because you wanted to, does that make you a bad person?
[Iphigenia] :|
[Wendla] -Oh. :) It sounded familiar.
[Melchior] ... I don't imagine it makes you a bad person, no
[Iphigenia] *frets a little* I mean, I just wanted to be with him.
[Iphigenia] [to HOLD HIM ETC ETC XP]
[Melchior] ... Are we still speaking hypothetically?
[Iphigenia] ...er.
[Iphigenia] no.
[Ilse] You never were.
[Iphigenia] *breathes*
[Melchior] Oh.
[Iphigenia] A bad person, you mean, Ilse?
[Wendla] *points out innocently* She met him the other day.
[Melchior] *thinks carefully about what he's saying* I don't think that expressing such feelings makes you a bad person, Iphigenia. However, I would advise against rushing into such things.
[Iphigenia] ...I suppose.
[Ilse] I meant you were never speaking hypothetically -- but you're not a bad person, either, no.
[Iphigenia] I guess I got a little carried away.
[Iphigenia] I'm a passionate person. :/
[Melchior] That is understandable, yes.
[Wendla] *looks satisfied with this answer of Melchior's :)*
[Iphigenia] Wendla, please don't think less of me!
[Wendla] *well can't really talk, given her situation, so doesn't say anything*
[Melchior] But sometimes it is adventageous to pause and think a moment
[Wendla] *as we have learned*
[Melchior] *speaking from some experience :|*
[Iphigenia] Yes, yes, I suppose it is.
[Wendla] *snuggles into his arm, yes*
[Melchior] *smiles, squeezing her hand*
[Iphigenia] *wibbles a little at the sight of them*
[Melchior] *a tad oblivious*
[Ilse] *watching an ant in the grass*
[Wendla] *picks a dandelion and blows the seeds into the wind*
[Melchior] Did you make a wish?
[Wendla] *nods* I did.
[Iphigenia] *almost to herself, staring off* I guess I was worried about the...consequences of such a...connection.
[Wendla] I can't tell you my wish, though. *hehe*
[Ilse] Consequences? Ha!
[Iphigenia] Wh--why are you laughing?
[Melchior] *squeezes her hand again, still thinking that superstitin a little silly but he doesn't mind*
[Wendla] You're not curious about my wish?
[Melchior] Of course I am, but you've already told me that you can't tell me. Unless you could be convinced otherwise?
[Ilse] I don't think much of consequences.
[Wendla] Well, *doesn't need much convincing* I wished we would never leave this place and that more of our friends will join us here.
[Iphigenia] But--why not? Consequences have...been important in my life. *wibbles*
[Melchior] *smiles widely* All of our friends?
[Wendla] Anna, Thea, Martha, Ernst-- everyone!
[Melchior] Do you suppose they'll show up?
[Ilse] How?
[Wendla] I hope so! Wouldn't that be nice? We could all play together.
[Melchior] I'm not sure. I'm not sure how /we/ got here.
[Iphigenia] ...I wish I had had friends back home.
[Wendla] *hopeful* Magic?
[Melchior] *quirks his eyebrow at Wendla* Magic, hhm?
[Wendla] Of course! :|
[Iphigenia] I believe in magic.
[Wendla] Melchior is a skeptic!
[Iphigenia] I think it's what made me alive and here instead of dead and in Hades. *nods solemnly*
[Iphigenia] The gods looked out for me.
[Wendla] Well, I still am not certain of how /I/ got here, since I've only one God.
[Iphigenia] Maybe he or she really likes you!
[Melchior] *curious* You escaped the underworld?
[Iphigenia] Yes.
[Ilse] *amused* Melchior is still a skeptic after all that's happened?
[Wendla] *giggles* He's bound to come around, I should think.
[Melchior] And from Hades? I thought that was supposed to be impossible
[Iphigenia] Well, I never went there in the first place.
[Wendla] :O *somehow senses where this is going*
[Melchior] *please*
[Iphigenia] They pulled my hair back, raised the knife to my throat and POOF!--I was here.
[Melchior] Oh. So you never met any of the gods?
[Wendla] How brutal!
[Iphigenia] *is somehow not fazed by talking about this*
[Iphigenia] No, sadly.
[Melchior] They killed you? Why would they do that?
[Iphigenia] *takes a deep breath, ready to explain* I was a sacrifice.
[Wendla] *i was killed too, btw*
[Melchior] *eyes widen* Sacrifice? To what? Who?
[Iphigenia] My father angered a goddess, so she made the winds blow towards the land, so the ships wouldn't sail to Troy. Then the priest said that the only way the winds would blow out to sea would be to sacrifice me.
[Iphigenia] :|
[Wendla] How did he know she was angry?
[Melchior] That's silly, no being could have that much power over an entire sea.
[Iphigenia] The winds blew inland. And the priest said so.
[Wendla] Wind?
[Melchior] The priest.
[Iphigenia] The priest was old and wise.
[Iphigenia] He knew everything.
[Wendla] *watches Melchior INTENTLY*
[Melchior] And yet he believed the winds were controlled.
[Melchior] By a god.
[Melchior] :|
[Iphigenia] They were!
[Iphigenia] :|
[Melchior] SO the best solution was to murder /you./ How did that work out for you?
[Iphigenia] *grimaces*
[Ilse] Who's to say the winds /aren't/ controlled by a god?
[Melchior] Iphigenia, I don't mean to be cruel, but I've found that trusting those with power so blindly is unwise.
[Melchior] *again speaking from experience*
[Iphigenia] ...I know that now.
[Iphigenia] I should never have trusted my father when he said he wanted my mother and I to come visit.
[Iphigenia] He loved power.
[Wendla] *snuggles Melchi for that*
[Melchior] Maybe you shouldn't have.
[Melchior] *squeezes Wendla"s hand*
[Ilse] Fathers. Who needs them.
[Iphigenia] Exactly.
[Melchior] *looks at Ilse sadly*
[Wendla] *same*
[Iphigenia] *doesn't get it*
[Iphigenia] It's sad though, or perhaps pathetic of me: I still love him, even though he had me killed.
[Wendla] I wouldn't feel that way had I been in your situation. :|
[Melchior] I imagine it takes a lot to break the love a child has for their parents. I suppose that's why being a parent is such a huge responsibility.
[Iphigenia] Yes, indeed.
[Iphigenia] *wibbles*
[Melchior] *feeling a little sad himself- squeezes Wendla's hand*
[Wendla] *bitter*
[Wendla] *squeezes his back*
[Ilse] And ours did /such/ a wonderful job!
[Wendla] Oh. /Yes/.
[Wendla] *hugs her belly after a moment*
[Melchior] *wraps his arms around her, kis nose to her shoulder*
[Iphigenia] *sees Wendla* I'm sorry, Wendla. I didn't mean to be mean to you earlier.
[Wendla] *gently rubs Melchi's arm* It is alright. *smiles a bit*
[Melchior] *makes a note to talk to her about this later*
[Wendla] *kisses his forehead* I don't miss home but I miss people from home.
[Iphigenia] I miss my mother and my siblings.
[Melchior] *sighs* I can't say I particularly miss anyone.
[Melchior] All my favorite people are here.
[Ilse] ...Melchior. Have you seen Hanschen lately?
[Iphigenia] That's good. *smiles*
[Wendla] *curious* What of Hanschen?
[Melchior] Hanschen? Oh yes, I did see him briefly.
[Melchior] Why do you ask, Ilse?
[Ilse] I need to find him, so that I may slap him. Repeatedly.
[Wendla] *gasps* What has he done?
[Iphigenia] Yes, do it soon. *feels bad for whatever girl he hurt*
[Melchior] *unfortunately not that surprised that's he's misbehaved* What did he do, this time?
[Ilse] I met a girl today...she was very distraught.
[Ilse] She says he forced himself on her!
[Ilse] Hanschen Rilow!
[Melchior] *brows furrow* He didn't.
[Melchior] *quite angry*
[Wendla] *GASP*
[Iphigenia] :|
[Ilse] I could see bruises.
[Iphigenia] What a terrible thing to do to someone! I hope you find him soon, Ilse.
[Iphigenia] *trusts Ilse's beating-up skills*
[Melchior] *rather quiet, but obviously angry*
[Wendla] *trusts Melchior's ability to smack a bitch*
[Melchior] *squeezes Wendla protectively*
[Wendla] *clings back*
[Ilse] Just thinking of it makes my blood boil!
[Iphigenia] I hope the girl's okay. :(
[Wendla] What is her name?
[Ilse] Helena.
[Iphigenia] *gaps* I met her when she first arrived at the Estates!
[Iphigenia] *gasps
[Wendla] *eyes widen* Oh, that poor girl.
[Iphigenia] Oh no!
[Iphigenia] She was from Athens.
[Iphigenia] *frets*
[Melchior] *touches his nose to Wendla's shoulder again, not liking this conversation*
[Wendla] *doesn't like it either because it reminds her of the bad things at home and how she wishes she could bring everyone here* *leans into him, pressing her cheek to his chest*
[Melchior] *tucks her under his chin*
[Iphigenia] I do hope we can find him soon and make him pay for what he's done.
[Wendla] You-- you look for him and you give him what he deserves.
[Ilse] Gladly.
[Melchior] :|
[Iphigenia] *trying to shift the topic of conversation to a happier one, begins making a flower chain* Look, Wendla! I can make a crown!
[Wendla] *looks away from Melchior's shirt* Oh, how nice. *suddenly feeling tired, though mostly just sad*
[Iphigenia] *quickly finishes the chain and gives it to Wendla to wear* Here you go. :)
[Wendla] *takes it* Thank you. *tries to smile :\*
[Melchior] *does smile a little, remembering Wendla's flower chains*
[Wendla] *sets it on her head*
[Iphigenia] *giggles* You look like a tree nymph!
[Wendla] Oh, flowers suit Ilse much more!
[Iphigenia] but you look so lovely in them!
[Iphigenia] we can /all/ be nymphs!
[Wendla] *sets the crown on Melchior's head* I don't think they suit you very well, unfortunately.
[Iphigenia] *laughs* he's much too manly for them.
[Ilse] I think it suits him well!
[Wendla] *giggles*
[Melchior] :|
[Ilse] :)
[Iphigenia] Melchior should have a sword instead. *nods sagely*
[Wendla] Actually, I think Melchior is fine with flowers!
[Melchior] *looks curiously up at the flowers on his head*
[Wendla] *pets his head*
[Melchior] ^__^
[Iphigenia] hee!
[Wendla] *tucks a flower behind his ear too* What do you think, Ilse?
[Melchior] *wells surely he must just look silly now*
[Melchior] *takes the flower from behind his ear and tucks it behind Wendla's instead* I think it's better on you.
[Wendla] *blushblushblush*
[Iphigenia] *awws at the cute couple*
[Ilse] How /sweet/. *teasing*
[Wendla] *more blushing*
[Melchior] That a problem, Ilse? *eyebrowquirk*
[Melchior] *also teasing*
[Iphigenia] *yawns* Oh, I think I'm getting sleepy.
[Iphigenia] *sort of flops down onto the grass*
[Melchior] Is the grass comfortable?
[Iphigenia] haha, I suppose. *attempts to snuggled into it, and ends up with dirt in her face* Yuck! *spits*
[Wendla] *has a Melchior to snuggle mmkay*
[Melchior] *yaywendlasnuggle*
[Iphigenia] *yawns again* Perhaps I should take a nap.
[Ilse] [G'NIGHT ALL <33333-
[Ilse] ]*
[Iphigenia] *flounces off to her room to sleep*
[Iphigenia] [good night freal! <333]
[Wendla] *well. kisses*
[Melchior] *smiles and kisses back* We're alone
[Wendla] *nosetonose* Yes, we are.
[Melchior] *kisses a little longer*
[Wendla] *mmkissing*
[Melchior] *pulls away, thinking about earlier* ... Wendla?
[Wendla] *opens eyes* Yes?
[Melchior] Before... When we were talking about parents... *unsure of how to approach this*
[Wendla] *nods encouragingly*
[Melchior] You seemed sad.
[Wendla] Oh. Yes.
[Melchior] *bites lips* I don't suppose you wanted to... Talk about it?
[Wendla] *places a hand over her belly* I just wonder... what it might be like.
[Melchior] *nods* Do you regret... Losing it?
[Wendla] *shrugs* I... I'm not entirely sure. *still holding her hand over her belly*
[Melchior] *curiously covers her hand with his* Do you really think we would have been ready?
[Wendla] *shakes head* No. But we would have tired so very hard for our child.
[Melchior] I think we still would, later.