Miri just smiles and nods, first to confirm that yes, she's researched the Dog Knight and all the others, and then throughout Matilda's explanation. Her motions are entirely genuine and interested, and once Miss Hamilton mentions stories and comfort, her smile just widens. Garrot, once Matilda glances at him, just gives her a warm smile. Not even a hint of laughter!
"I do so adore stories." She sighs dreamily. "They carry history, they turn the mundane into the mythical, and two people can tell the same one in wildly different ways." Then, she leans her phone against... something out of frame. Her hands gently pull her hair back behind her ears, and now a few streaks of silver are visible among her long, black locks. Aside from a few simpler earrings, each earlobe holds up a simple silvery figure-eight ensnared by meticulously crafted dark blue brambles.
"These are a memento of my mother. She loved them, and never told me why. It wasn't until I was older that I did some research, and it turned out to be symbology for an ancient Elven goddess of truth and justice." There's the slightest chuckle. "When I wear them, I feel like my mom's still here." Miri might want to get all the juicy journalistic details about this year's chosen, but... clearly she doesn't mind being a little vulnerable herself.
"And me?" Garrot chimes in, causing his daughter to sharply inhale as her eyes go wide, "They got a whole different story for me." "dad" "See, we went to a Sinful Eternity concert, and Miri had twisted her ankle so she was on crutches." "dad please" "And she went to put on the earrings once we got past the metal detectors and this fuckin' punk snatched the box right out of her hands-" "dad CAN YOU NOT" Miri is shouting, and uh, Garrot starts being louder."So Miri's all like dad help! and obviously I chase after the guy, and I don't know if you've ever been chased by me before" "dad I give up" "but long story short I did a flying elbow and that scum-sucking little swamp shit was in the hospital for a month." "thank goodness it's over" "And the reason I told this story is because it's the first time Miri ever called me Dad!"
Miri is now bright, bright red, brighter than those rose-tinted goggles and brighter than a sunset and her hands are covering her face and there's just this angry whimper. Her cool kid facade is shattered by Garrot's well-timed counter-embarrassment. He was waiting for a chance like this all along, wasn't he? Garrot is absolutely laughing now, but every moment he takes to catch his breath he's looking at his daughter and beaming like a proud parent. Because he is one.
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"I do so adore stories." She sighs dreamily. "They carry history, they turn the mundane into the mythical, and two people can tell the same one in wildly different ways." Then, she leans her phone against... something out of frame. Her hands gently pull her hair back behind her ears, and now a few streaks of silver are visible among her long, black locks. Aside from a few simpler earrings, each earlobe holds up a simple silvery figure-eight ensnared by meticulously crafted dark blue brambles.
"These are a memento of my mother. She loved them, and never told me why. It wasn't until I was older that I did some research, and it turned out to be symbology for an ancient Elven goddess of truth and justice." There's the slightest chuckle. "When I wear them, I feel like my mom's still here." Miri might want to get all the juicy journalistic details about this year's chosen, but... clearly she doesn't mind being a little vulnerable herself.
"And me?" Garrot chimes in, causing his daughter to sharply inhale as her eyes go wide, "They got a whole different story for me." "dad" "See, we went to a Sinful Eternity concert, and Miri had twisted her ankle so she was on crutches." "dad please" "And she went to put on the earrings once we got past the metal detectors and this fuckin' punk snatched the box right out of her hands-" "dad CAN YOU NOT" Miri is shouting, and uh, Garrot starts being louder. "So Miri's all like dad help! and obviously I chase after the guy, and I don't know if you've ever been chased by me before" "dad I give up" "but long story short I did a flying elbow and that scum-sucking little swamp shit was in the hospital for a month." "thank goodness it's over" "And the reason I told this story is because it's the first time Miri ever called me Dad!"
Miri is now bright, bright red, brighter than those rose-tinted goggles and brighter than a sunset and her hands are covering her face and there's just this angry whimper. Her cool kid facade is shattered by Garrot's well-timed counter-embarrassment. He was waiting for a chance like this all along, wasn't he? Garrot is absolutely laughing now, but every moment he takes to catch his breath he's looking at his daughter and beaming like a proud parent. Because he is one.