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princess maker - Heart Soldier Senshi
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find yourself in a humble cottage, in what seems to be the living room specifically. There are several doors, but a specific one catches your eye: simple in its decoration, the door has a cute little wooden plaque with flowers carved into it. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
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". . . We made it together in class. She said I could have it, 'cause we're friends. But then she said that I was a thief, and then she said that I'm bad and I shouldn't get a doll 'cause I'm a liar. . ."
There's a pause; the girl tries to make herself smaller, it seems, with how her shoulders bunch up and her head lowers.
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what the fuck was not prepared for this answer!? ]
Is--is that so!?
[ STEAL IT BACK. VIGILANTE JUSTICE!!! ... no she's. 10... ]
Did you talk with the teacher about what happened?
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I'm so sorry. You can always come to us if someone is being mean to you or hurting you. You don't have to handle these things all by yourself.
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crying
oh
oh.
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[Hiryuu has the hug thing covered, but. Going to set a hand on her head so she knows he's there.]
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You did the right thing, telling us what happened. Did you ask her if you couldn't share the doll? Maybe take turns playing with it on different days?
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She sniffs, and shakes her head.
"I don't wanna share a doll with her! I don't wanna - b-but I worked on it too, so why's she get to. . . . ?"
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She said you were a liar, right? So... then let's find the evidence to prove her wrong. So that your teacher and your classmates will know the truth--that you weren't a thief. And we can make you a better doll together, one that's just yours. How does that sound?
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". . . Okay. Okay. . ."
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[ pets her head and helps dry her face ]
Because that's what families and friends do; they help each other.
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". . . Okay. Thank you, Mother. . ."
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You're welcome!
[ hey maybe this parenting thing isn't so bad??? ]
Be sure to say "thank you" to your dads as well. They also care about you.
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Hey, maybe parenting isn't so bad!
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SEND THAT SMALL SHITTY CHILD STRAIGHT TO THE SHADOW REALM, DAUGHTER ]
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