Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
Sadie, she tried some not to let it get to her, the topics at hand, but sad they were and not the kind of things she talked about often. On account of the latter, no doubt, they felt bigger and harder. She tried her best to just focus on the way she was painting her nails, on the way Misha was....was talking...and saying things she'd not at all expected.
Maybe this was why they got on so well, both being adopted Fiddlers who ended up with...well. What they had. It made her smile at him some, even if big blues were soft and wrapped in a sheet of sadness that Sadie was normally real good at hiding when she wanted. 'Course, that was it too. Specially after what he'd said, she really didn't want to. More and more she'd been trying, to remember the good times, but looking back on the sad....well, maybe it was high time to do that too and make it one more thing she'd leave behind her?
"Never saw much reason. Curious some, I was, still am even, but if folks didn't want me any in the first place, figure it's best not to bother 'em none by coming to look." Now that, the feeling of not being wanted somewhere, it was one of the more rare and raw things there was in her chest. She'd only ever shared it the once since she'd left home even. It'd been the first, big, punch she'd taken to the heart and some parts her hadn't been right since.
"M'real sorry to hear about your Momma and Foster folks." She paused, much in the way he had, to be careful with what she questioned next. "They were good to you though, yeah?" Timid and hopeful were the tones then, because for certain she hoped the answer was yes, but he'd done amazingly with his tightrope walk through this talk. She felt more calm and actually able to talk than she had in a long time and that kind feeling? Well, it was just doubling and tripling not unlike the Grinch's heart in her favorite part of the film.
"Could always put one together, if you'd like to try one out? Maybe summer, when the lightnin' bugs come 'roun', we could scope out a spot for a fire some, down by the lake like, and could do some cookin' and fiddlin' around it right and true." She tried to offer both of them now something easier, a spoonful of sugar as it was, as they were painting their nails. "I'm sure we could round up a few folks who'd have fun with it." She chimed at the end, hoping it'd help some and more than thankful for the brief break the oven gave her when she went to put the cookies in and set a timer.
"Thank you." She let the topic rest another spell but brought it back as she finished her first hand.
"Ma', she always used to only let me paint one hand, saying there was no need to fuss over the other when she'd just mess it up with housework." She gave her nails a buffing puff of hot air as she wiggled them. "So started painting the opposite one of my own I did...Green was always her favorite it was. Grandma'ma, she insisted on red every time but I was only let ta' do hers when she saw I could do me own with making a mess." It was another, easier, thing and the dance she'd now set for herself while she carefully navigated this nostalgia and history.
"She'da liked you plenty." She offered then at the end, smiling up at him. "Gran'ma'ma would've." Because, well, that just felt right to say to him. It made her feel good to say it on top of Sadie being absolutely sure it was true. "Ma'ma too, come to think." Probably even her Da', back when he'd been so inclined to be nice. No doubt her brother and sisters too, but those weren't things she was quite ready to look at yet. "And she'd be real happy to give you her seat at me shows." Which, that was probably the nicest way Sadie could think to say how happy she'd be to have him there.