A Story and a Song...

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Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.
Where:  An open grassy area near Building One.
When:  8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary:   There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training!  Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?

For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket.  Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it.  With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.

"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus.  He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan!  And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!"  The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.

"Now the whole family is together again!  Watch me, Father!  Watch me, Mother!  I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!"  The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground.  He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.

He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason.  Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.'  After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again.  Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.

Comments

[beforetights]

Oh, yeah...

[He makes a face.]

But I don't like eating leaves. So can I eat everything but leaves? That's still "varied."

[smallspot]

Leaves?

[Diarmuid gives his friend a confused look.]

Why would you eat leaves? Are you a rabbit?

[beforetights]

Lord Germany--he's the god of the country Germany--told me that there's something called vegetables. They're plants you can eat. They're like fruits, but there's more of them. And some of them are leaves!

[smallspot]

If there are a lot, then why eat the leaves?

[Diarmuid claps his hands.]

The answer is, you don't! Leave them for the rabbits!

[beforetights]

Lord Germany eats leaves.

[A pause.]

I guess his people don't have rabbits to eat leaves for them? Or they don't know leaves are for rabbits? I mean, Lord Germany only knows about one God, so there's definitely things he doesn't know.

[smallspot]

Only one God?

[Diarmuid laughs.]

How can any adult believe that? There are all kinds of gods and goddesses! Even I know that and I'm just a little kid!

[beforetights]

I know! I told him that he was being silly. If there was only one god, he'd be way too busy!

[smallspot]

And if there was only one, it would be Father and he would be lonely!

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

Lord Germany must be wrong. Maybe he meant there is only one who he has met?

[beforetights]

That must be it. He meets with the gods of other nations a lot, so maybe he just doesn't see any of the other gods who do everything else. So he thinks there's only one god.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid nods in agreement.]

That is probably it! He is just too busy. You will have to introduce me to him sometime! I will tell him about Father so he will know another god. There is no way he can say there is only one after that.

I can show him my butterfly too. Only a god could make something like that!

[beforetights]

[He pokes at the butterfly with his finger.]

Hey, what does your butterfly think of our new friends?

[smallspot]

You mean our stuffed friends?

[As Diarmuid speaks, the butterfly launches back into the air, fluttering around Cu Chulainn before flying back to land on the 'Aengus swan.']

He really likes that swan!

[The boy pats the swan on the head, careful not to disrupt the butterfly.]

But that makes sense because that's the father swan and my father made my butterfly!

[beforetights]

[He nods.]

I'm glad he recognizes who's who. What about the baby swan? What does he say about that one?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid giggles and picks up the baby swan.]

He thinks that the baby has promise, but has to keep working hard! And he has to make sure not to get into trouble. And remember to have fun! The fun is important!

[beforetights]

[He sits up, takes the dog doll, and makes it wobble over next to the baby swan.]

What if his bestest friend comes to play? And asks him to go climb trees? And they get in trouble even though it's fun?

[smallspot]

As long as no one gets hurt....

[Diarmuid leans close to his friend and grins.]

...father doesn't need to know about climbing the trees or any of that stuff! Shh...

[beforetights]

[He nods.]

Then the baby swan should come away with his friend. And play as much as he wants.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid takes his baby swan and carefully sets it on top of his friend's stuffed dog so that it balances there.]

He wants to play lots! But sometimes practicing has to happen too. Practicing is fun so that's not too bad...

[beforetights]

Yes, it's always fun.

[He pats the pig doll.]

What does this guy do?

[smallspot]

He can play with us too if he wants! More friends means more fun!

[Diarmuid pats the pig on the head.]

Or if he doesn't want to play he can keep an eye out for anyone who would interrupt our fun. How's that?

[beforetights]

I know! He can be our friend and...

[He turns the pig over. Then, he grabs the puppy and the baby swan.]

We can use him as a trampoline!

[He makes the dolls bounce on the pig's tummy.]

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid breaks out into a fit of giggles as he watches his friend play with the toys.]

Perfect! I bet that is a lot of fun. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce!

[He jumps to his feet and hops around as he repeats the word.]

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn makes the swan bounce one more time off of the pig before throwing it up into the air.]

Look how high he bounced! He's flying now!

[smallspot]

Yay! Flying!

[Diarmuid puts his arms out and runs around his friend and the toys.]

He gets to be up high! It's so fun to be up high!

[beforetights]

[He holds up the puppy doll.]

But this kid can't go half as up high...he can'f fly.