(Darn! I just realized I forgot Lizbeth had already mentioned Angel’s name, so Mordecai should have remembered who she was. My bad!)
"Be calm, Lizbess," he encouraged gently as he observed the interaction a few tables away after having listened to the doe’s summary, "Ze vaitress does not know how to help, eizher. I believe she is going to tell somevun else. I am going to vait und see how zhey handle it, und step in vhen it seems necessary." He looked at her, smiling softly as he usually did, warmed by the sight of what looked like a protective, motherly instinct. From the little he had gathered about the doe so far, he could only assume she had been treated rather poorly by mankind. Yet here she cared, even feared, for a human child whom she'd never met.
Calmly, while keeping an eye on both the van and the kid, the man sipped his coffee as he listened to the doe tell a little bit about herself and deer-kind, noting that she lived ‘south’ at an unknown distance. He supposed, while perfectly intelligent, she still had the mind of a deer. And deer probably didn’t necessarily consider the distance of things in miles.
Lizbeth didn’t have to speak blatantly for Mordecai to understand what she meant toward the end of her explanation. But instead of either reaction the doe expected, disgust or anger, the only thing that registered on this large man’s face was his black eyebrows going up slightly, and his full attention being turned to her. He had paused mid-sip of his coffee, the mug still held aloft.
The large man’s expression was placid as ever, hard to read except for genuine sympathy and subtle surprise. Setting down the mug, he searched her large eyes. “I am sorry,” he said quietly during her pause of hesitation. He didn’t display how awful and wicked he thought it was that anyone would treat the sweet doe in such a way—there would be no gain in making her feel more uncomfortable.
He allowed the subject to change with the doe’s guidance, sensing her understandable discomfort. Besides, he was interested in what she had to say about deer-speech, and her clarifications about what she’d said before even though he hadn’t openly questioned her about it—she seemed rather talented at sensing many of the questions on his mind. Perhaps it was that ‘feel’ thing she had mentioned a while ago?
“Vhile comforting, I doubt a gentle hum could help me,” he chuckled, an attempt to lighten the mood and ease whatever seemed to still be worrying her. “But it sounds like you are close viss your mozher,” he commented, drinking his coffee down halfway already.
Beth swept by and set a small bowl of an assortment of strawberries, grapes, sliced cantaloupe and honeydew in front of Lizbeth, then zipped away to check on another set of customers, working hard for tips even if her expression resembled an Easter Island head.
"Be calm, Lizbess," he encouraged gently as he observed the interaction a few tables away after having listened to the doe’s summary, "Ze vaitress does not know how to help, eizher. I believe she is going to tell somevun else. I am going to vait und see how zhey handle it, und step in vhen it seems necessary." He looked at her, smiling softly as he usually did, warmed by the sight of what looked like a protective, motherly instinct. From the little he had gathered about the doe so far, he could only assume she had been treated rather poorly by mankind. Yet here she cared, even feared, for a human child whom she'd never met.
Calmly, while keeping an eye on both the van and the kid, the man sipped his coffee as he listened to the doe tell a little bit about herself and deer-kind, noting that she lived ‘south’ at an unknown distance. He supposed, while perfectly intelligent, she still had the mind of a deer. And deer probably didn’t necessarily consider the distance of things in miles.
Lizbeth didn’t have to speak blatantly for Mordecai to understand what she meant toward the end of her explanation. But instead of either reaction the doe expected, disgust or anger, the only thing that registered on this large man’s face was his black eyebrows going up slightly, and his full attention being turned to her. He had paused mid-sip of his coffee, the mug still held aloft.
The large man’s expression was placid as ever, hard to read except for genuine sympathy and subtle surprise. Setting down the mug, he searched her large eyes. “I am sorry,” he said quietly during her pause of hesitation. He didn’t display how awful and wicked he thought it was that anyone would treat the sweet doe in such a way—there would be no gain in making her feel more uncomfortable.
He allowed the subject to change with the doe’s guidance, sensing her understandable discomfort. Besides, he was interested in what she had to say about deer-speech, and her clarifications about what she’d said before even though he hadn’t openly questioned her about it—she seemed rather talented at sensing many of the questions on his mind. Perhaps it was that ‘feel’ thing she had mentioned a while ago?
“Vhile comforting, I doubt a gentle hum could help me,” he chuckled, an attempt to lighten the mood and ease whatever seemed to still be worrying her. “But it sounds like you are close viss your mozher,” he commented, drinking his coffee down halfway already.
Beth swept by and set a small bowl of an assortment of strawberries, grapes, sliced cantaloupe and honeydew in front of Lizbeth, then zipped away to check on another set of customers, working hard for tips even if her expression resembled an Easter Island head.
[No worry, I myself am sometimes a bit too eager to respond and strange situations appear...]
Concerning that kid, Lizbeth can't calm down, but she nods to Mordecai, "I know you're right, but still..." she closes her eyes with her nose tilting down, as if to gather her thoughts, trying to tell herself that all is fine. Regarding that tall German man in front of her, that father could be stopped, should he show up here.
Lizbeth bares her life, at least a tiny bit of it, and yet this man doesn't judge her, doesn't see in her some kind of slut, like she were treated sometimes before. This makes her confident towards Mordecai, not only for possible protection for the kid, but also as someone she might trust. No need to say that he doesn't have to be sorry. Especially as she manages to turn conversation away from this uncomfortable subject to something more 'pleasant', her own knowledge. The doe doesn't even realize that she's in fact only speaking of herself and she doesn't yet know the presumed wiseness of Mordecai. Still just having him listen to her is enough for this doe, that deer that is most of the time alone, in her forest, it seems she shows some human needs this time. That means, someone to talk to, just talk.
A very hesitant giggle can be heard as Mordecai declines the soft hum, but detects accurately Lizbeth relation to her Mom. "Yes, we had a strong bond, in my first six month of life, she showed me all I had to know about the forest, the other animals, plants and anything dangerous." Lizbeth takes a sip of her tea before that bowl of fruit arrives. It smells good, it's only a pity that there's sugar thrown over it. Of course does she propose with a gesture some of the fruit to Mordecai.
"Unfortunately we didn't have more time together." Lizbeth friendly answers any question this man has, yet her own curiosity grows, inflicting almost some boldness, but the doe respectfully doesn't ask anything. 'Don't ask, just do' was always told to her, but she's not enslaved anymore, she's free and questions will soon pass her lips involuntarily, driven by a kind of nosiness.
The van outside being one of these questions...
Concerning that kid, Lizbeth can't calm down, but she nods to Mordecai, "I know you're right, but still..." she closes her eyes with her nose tilting down, as if to gather her thoughts, trying to tell herself that all is fine. Regarding that tall German man in front of her, that father could be stopped, should he show up here.
Lizbeth bares her life, at least a tiny bit of it, and yet this man doesn't judge her, doesn't see in her some kind of slut, like she were treated sometimes before. This makes her confident towards Mordecai, not only for possible protection for the kid, but also as someone she might trust. No need to say that he doesn't have to be sorry. Especially as she manages to turn conversation away from this uncomfortable subject to something more 'pleasant', her own knowledge. The doe doesn't even realize that she's in fact only speaking of herself and she doesn't yet know the presumed wiseness of Mordecai. Still just having him listen to her is enough for this doe, that deer that is most of the time alone, in her forest, it seems she shows some human needs this time. That means, someone to talk to, just talk.
A very hesitant giggle can be heard as Mordecai declines the soft hum, but detects accurately Lizbeth relation to her Mom. "Yes, we had a strong bond, in my first six month of life, she showed me all I had to know about the forest, the other animals, plants and anything dangerous." Lizbeth takes a sip of her tea before that bowl of fruit arrives. It smells good, it's only a pity that there's sugar thrown over it. Of course does she propose with a gesture some of the fruit to Mordecai.
"Unfortunately we didn't have more time together." Lizbeth friendly answers any question this man has, yet her own curiosity grows, inflicting almost some boldness, but the doe respectfully doesn't ask anything. 'Don't ask, just do' was always told to her, but she's not enslaved anymore, she's free and questions will soon pass her lips involuntarily, driven by a kind of nosiness.
The van outside being one of these questions...
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