triangularity | Open RP post for Auri

Prim manages to miss her “thieving” friend this time, too. By the time she turns back to check the stash, most of it is gone. She frowns slightly, glancing through the trees. Finding nothing, she goes about the rest of her evening work.

The next day, at the same time, more milk is placed out on the stump, along with a cutting of a mint plant. Prim is out with Lady again, taking care of her animal like she takes care of her people.

Yesterday Auri left a smooth river stone on the stump. Today, she has a silk ribbon already in hand when she arrives. She approaches with slightly less caution, pockets the mint sprig, and raises the glass to take a single sip before leaving the rest of it for the fairies. She lays the ribbon down first, and then sets the glass over one end of it so the remaining end flutters in the breeze.

Then Auri turns to go.

Prim kept the smooth stone last time, debating how best to use it. In the end, she'd set it in the house, on one of the shelves. This time, she happens to glance over with just enough time to see someone turning away from the stump. She hesitates, assuming this is her mysterious "thief," before calling softly, "You don't have to leave."

The last thing she wants is to frighten the girl off, but she really does want to talk if they can.

Auri turns to face Prim, her hair drifting around her in a wispy cloud. She's not running, but she looks like she could be startled into flight at any moment. Prim, at least, is less threatening than a man would be. And Auri is fairly certain that the other girl is the one who's been leaving gifts for her.

Still, she stays silent.

"The milk is for you, too," Prim offers, staying right where she is so as not to frighten the girl. "It's goat's milk. From Lady. I can get you something else, if you want."

She isn't really sure what the girl is looking for or what she needs; Prim has just been guessing so far. Maybe something will turn out to be the right thing.

"Everyone wants things, but it's especially selfish to want anything here, where the whole world might twist itself to give it to you."

Deep down, Auri has known all along that the milk was for her, not for the fairies. She just left it there because she was being selfish and wicked and wanting. It was easier to pretend that she was just taking the very edges of a fairy offering, while leaving plenty for the fae themselves.

She hesitates a second, the breeze blowing her hair forward and obscuring her face as she watches Prim. Auri waits. Then she slowly bends to collect the milk. "Thank you kindly. The ribbon is for you."

As she speaks, Auri raises the glass, and the wind picks up the ribbon, blowing it right toward Prim. Auri laughs.

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Prim nods seriously, understanding what the girl means about that. The world always has seemed to twist and change and sometimes it's hard to keep from wishing something into existence. All they can do is try. Prim, and likely Katniss too, suspects that there might be some catch to all of those wishes being granted. Nothing comes for free.

Prim's smile is as much because of the ribbon floating along the wind as it is because of the girl's laugh. It's such a nice laugh and she's tempted to laugh alongside, but in the effort of not frightening her, she refrains. Instead, she smiles brightly as she reaches up to catch the ribbon. For a few seconds she pauses with it in her hand and then she lifts her hands to her hair. In a few quick moments, she braids a piece of it at the side and ties the ribbon onto the end.

"Thank you," she says warmly. "My name is Primrose. Everyone calls me Prim. What's yours?"

Auri doesn't worry so much about the cost to herself. She worries about the cost to the world. About how far it will end up from what it ought to be. From what it wants to be. It's so eager to please, like a puppy, tail wagging, ready to be trained however its master pleases. Auri doesn't want to see it warped by people who don't stop to think about the consequences.

She clasps her hands together happily when Prim clearly appreciates the gift, happy enough to offer an answer. Another exchange.

"Auri. It wasn't always, but that's my name now. My friend gave it to me."

Primrose is a good name, and Prim, an interesting one. Good too, and less common.

"If that's the name you like and it feels right, then it's yours," Prim declares. It doesn't matter who gave Auri the name, not to Prim. A person should use the name that feels like theirs, no matter how they got it.

"I named my goat Lady and my cat is Buttercup because he's the same color as the flower," she continues, still smiling. By now, Lady has meandered off, unconcerned with the two of them and more interested in grazing. "You can come meet them if you want."

"Some people don't realize that," Auri says approvingly. "They get so caught up in what they think a name ought to be that they forget to listen when it changes. Or they give the wrong name in the first place."

Auri's wasn't always wrong. It just became that way after time and circumstances conspired. "My old name was too heavy to carry with me anymore."

This is remarkably talkative for Auri, who hardly ever speaks to anyone on first meeting. Prim is easier than most people would be. She doesn't set all of Auri's nerves jangling quite so badly. She isn't loud, or brash, or frightening. ...Well, no more frightening than any person is simply by virtue of being.

If Prim wanted to introduce her to more people, Auri would turn and run without another word. But she likes goats. And she probably ought to thank Lady. Slowly and silently, Auri nods.

Prim can feel something of a connection between them, an understanding. One traumatized person to another, whatever form that trauma might manifest as now. She can tell that Auri needs someone calm and quiet, as she once had when she had first woken up to the news that her sister was dead. If she can give to Auri what no one had really been able or willing to give her, then she will. It's the least she can do.

"People get caught up in a lot of things that have no meaning," Prim points out gently as she shifts to look for her animals. Buttercup's eyes blink up at her from near the fence, while Lady is just a few steps away. Sometimes she doesn't feel like a Primrose, like she's too damaged to be that sweet girl anymore, but there's no other name that's hers. So Prim she is. At least for now.

She coaxes Buttercup out and into her arms very easily. Her cat always did like her. Lady takes a firm hand on her halter, mostly because she's a goat so even she can be stubborn sometimes. But Prim is calm and quiet with both of them, obviously loving them like family, and soon she's settled down with Buttercup in her lap and Lady's halter in one hand. The goat continues to graze, clearly not worried about anything in the least.

"You can stay there or come closer," she offers. "They're really sweet. Buttercup seems to like everyone who's nice to me."

"Nothing is meaningless," Auri disagrees. "People are just too loud and stubborn to pay attention."

Her gaze on Lady is utterly unafraid, but Auri glances from the goat back to Prim with trepidation. She doesn't like coming within arm's reach of people. Nevermind that Prim isn't big or aggressive, nevermind that she hasn't any arms free to reach with, nevermind, nevermind.

Auri manages all of one step forward before she halts, poised on the tips of her toes, once again ready to run.

That's fair. Prim has to admit that.

She's paying too much attention to Auri's movements to respond verbally at the moment, though. Even though she doesn't know the reasons why the other girl is so hesitant and afraid, she has a feeling it has more to do with the human presence than the animals. Slowly, she stands again, scooping Buttercup up in one arm. Just as slowly, she lets go of Lady's halter, the goat is utterly unconcerned with her, and moves herself and her cat well away from Lady before she settles back down on the ground again. They're both close enough to talk, but far enough away that Prim isn't anywhere near arm's reach of Lady.

And then she continues the conversation like nothing happened. "That's true. I guess a lot of people get caught up in things. They're so used to how they think things should be that they don't realize or care when things change."

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