Oh - if it's something that you don't like, then I'll stop, okay? ... But, I was thinking about how cute you are and how hard you must have been trying, and I thought that I wanted to pat your head...
Mm, it's nice, isn't it? I think - ... well, my husbands like to pat my head, and being able to pat theirs, or my younger sister's, or my boyfriend's - or anyone else's, too... I don't think that things like that are very bad, and it's something that they like too, I think . . .
Um, first ... why don't you think about the way that it feels in your hand? There's the texture of my hair, but the warmth of my head too, isn't there?
"Ah—that's true. It's... soft, and you're warm, because you're alive." There's not actually any warmth from her own small hand. "...it's like a really nice doll's hair."
Mm. Because my body is like this, blood flows into my brain and ends up making it warm, and the heat rises through my skull, skin, and hair so that it's able to be felt by your hand, right? And there's the texture of my hair, too - ... those are the sorts of things that can be felt when patting someone's head, but everyone's bodies are all really different too, aren't they?
"...are everyone's bodies really different? I never learned any of that stuff or how it works... just how to eat. But I guess... my hair isn't as soft as yours."
Her expression softens a little bit, though; there's a slight curious look to the bend of her mouth.
For these sorts of bodies, there's - ... the color and texture of someone's hair, and its length and scent, and thickness - and there's the shape and size of the head too, isn't there? Noticing it is... it isn't something that would be noticed all of the time, I think, because a lot of people have hair, but the way that those sorts of things would feel would be different too, wouldn't it? Because they're different, and because their hair can be different, too, can't it ... ?
Your hair is different from mine, and "Iris" and "Grace" are different from you too, aren't they?
"Mm... Iris is a little like me, and people say we look a lot alike, but her hair's darker than mine, and Grace has short hair. I don't get to touch it, though. Just Iris's, since she let me practice braiding..."
"I don't know if I like or dislike it, but I think I'm good at it."
You can feel her fingers twine into your hair; sometimes she tugs a little too hard, combing through it, but not too much. Eventually she settles into humming quietly—an unfamiliar melody, working carefully.
It's... a different young girl, now? But this one bears a lot more resemblance to Hope.
"Yeah! That looks great," she says, nodding seriously. "That kind of feeling—well, I really like learning new things," she says. "So that's exciting. And you have an interesting way of explaining things."
"Oh! Miss Aradia, you're very thoughtful the way you consider your words and explain things, you know. I can appreciate that better, too. You're a good teacher!"
She bows, politely. "It's nice to meet you properly! I'm Miaoshan."
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Mm, it's nice, isn't it? I think - ... well, my husbands like to pat my head, and being able to pat theirs, or my younger sister's, or my boyfriend's - or anyone else's, too... I don't think that things like that are very bad, and it's something that they like too, I think . . .
Do you want to try it...?
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There...
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"What... am I supposed to feel?"
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What...? Well -
Um, first ... why don't you think about the way that it feels in your hand? There's the texture of my hair, but the warmth of my head too, isn't there?
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Her expression softens a little bit, though; there's a slight curious look to the bend of her mouth.
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Your hair is different from mine, and "Iris" and "Grace" are different from you too, aren't they?
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Do you want to try braiding mine? If you want to, then I can take it down for you, can't I?
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She sounds—excited?
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sitting herself down on the floor, smoothing out her skirt before reaching behind her head to take her hair down, removing her ribbon first ]
Is braiding hair something that you like?
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You can feel her fingers twine into your hair; sometimes she tugs a little too hard, combing through it, but not too much. Eventually she settles into humming quietly—an unfamiliar melody, working carefully.
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[ she winces occasionally when it's tugged, but stays still throughout, relaxed ]
It was something that you really wanted to try doing, wasn't it? When I offered, it seemed like it might have been something like that...
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There's a pause, and then she says—
"There, turn around!"
Although she sounds a little different.
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[ said a bit like she isn't totally sure about it herself, but - ]
That sort of feeling can be called excitement too, I think... so being that way, isn't that something that's yours?
[ and turning around. ]
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"Yeah! That looks great," she says, nodding seriously. "That kind of feeling—well, I really like learning new things," she says. "So that's exciting. And you have an interesting way of explaining things."
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Really? What do you mean...?
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She bows, politely. "It's nice to meet you properly! I'm Miaoshan."
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[ a little pink in the face, pleasantly flustered - and giving a small polite curtsey in kind ]
Thank you... it's nice to meet you too! Then ...
[ after a pause, ]
Is that the name that you were given by your parents...?
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... But what about you? What do you think about it, Miaoshan?
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