Nina Pickering (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pissing_jenga) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass, |
Nina smiled softly, with slightly sceptical sort of huff, Eve's eyes were a brilliant blue, like her dad's. "She's little genius." She noted, with a gentle nudge at George. Everyone probably said that about their own child, but Eve's development as far as Nina was concerned was staggering on a regular basis. "-Sweet." She could make a list, really. She fell silent a moment as she watched her, now twisting and spinning some oversized beads on a part of the jungle gym, happily occupied. Even so Nina knew George was watching Eve like a hawk, as was she.
"What, you always wanted to move to a bonkers Island with mist, and godly powers?" She knew what he meant, and despite her tease, Nina knew he deserved seriousness. "Before the wolf, before the train-- before here." She listed, a little solemnly as if these were continual road blocks to anything remotely normal, Eve only happened due to an accident. A wonderful, loved accident. Silently she was questioning if he was still wanting, this to do list.
"And, it- can't be the same here." Nina wasn't making a decided statement, or ending the conversation; more attempting to prompt him to go on, speak on what he truly wanted, even if part of her knew what he might say. A delighted squeal from Eve followed, jungle gym now abandoned and she animatedly implored her parents to go to the swings, clambering down to them excitedly.