That means you’re strong, see? I knew you were. My favorite? Oh, dear… I think it would have to be when I climbed up a very, very tall tree because there was treasure in a stick holder thingy, but they were just eggs. They hatched though! Q-Queen Grimhilde? The nasty woman? I-I mean-er… I mean… Please don’t tell her I said she was nasty. I don’t mind doing things for you. I usually do things for being I care about, so it’s no problem at all!
I wouldn’t quite consider myself that, but I thank you kindly for thinking so highly of me. Oh dear, do you mean a nest? At least the birdies hatched on their own and din’t go splat. That would be dreadful. Yes… Grimhilde is my stepmother… Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to her. It isn’t as if she enjoys my company anyways. You care about me? How kind!”
You’re not just yet. But once I’m done with you, you will be!
What do you mean by that?
I don’t think you’re weak. Can you lift rocks? If you can, then you’re not weak. I like thinking about adventures and other people, it’s more fun sometimes. You like your family? Who is your family? Can I know? I can stand up for you, if you want. I don’t think I can sit down for you though, but standing up is a specialty of mine.
I haven’t tried, but I’m sure I could manage a pebble or two. I’m not used to having to lift things… What is your favorite adventure you’ve ever been on? I like my father. He was a wonderful man, the king. I do not quite like my stepmother though… She’s, ah, she’s Queen Grimhilde. Not exactly known for her niceness. I wouldn’t ask you to do that, my wonderful friend. You’re too kind.
I run really, really fast so it’d be hard to keep up. I don’t want you to get out of breath. About myself? Oh, well… I like to have fun? I-I hadn’t thought about myself in a while. Can you tell me more about yourself?
Oh, well, breath is wasted on the weak like me I suppose. You haven’t thought of yourself? You know it’s important not to be vain and stare into mirrors, but a little consideration is a good thing. About me… Well, I like family. Even if I don’t have much myself. And I’m quite pathetic in all actuality, I can’t stand up for myself to save my life — literally.
Oh I do suppose that hinders the secrecy of it…
That’s a shame, though no one asked you.
Well I do suppose you’re right…
I’m terribly sorry.
Walking is more peaceful, and people don’t get tired as easy. We can walk. We can talk while we walk too if you want.
Oh I would put in the effort, just don’t become alarmed if I wheeze in a terribly unlady like manner. I wouldn’t mind conversation. Tell me more about yourself?
Blood of course. You can drink it, bathe in it, paint with it and it also happens to be what keeps you alive. How great is that?
Oh, uhm… I suppose that’s well enough. I like my blood on the inside though, not the outside…
If people are happy than that’s all that matters. Of course I will show you! It’s not far from here either. At least, I don’t think it is, I usually just run there, but we can walk.
What an interesting concept. I don’t mind running, though your legs seem to be a little longer than mine. I may be incapable of keeping up.
I wouldn’t mind. I like hearing people laugh because it makes me laugh. Thank goodness you do, milk it great! We could, I know where they are. I think you’ll like where they are, it’s very pretty.
It’s not always nice to have people laugh at you, though… Will you show me? Forests are quite pretty, most of the time at least.