Would he like a mother? A rather unconventional one, but Nerdanel is still a mother by nature, and the sight of anyone looking vulnerable, or even just young, always has her full attention.
Wherever Riku is wandering, he might find himself coming across a red-haired woman, more than usually statuesque, and regal, her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. She notes him, and considers saying hello, but decides, because of his age and the fact that he seems a little jumpy, to let him make that decision.
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Riku's biological mom died so long ago, he's almost forgotten her: George Miyagusuku -- Dad -- was practically both father and mother to him for so long that the man's exuberant but laid-back personality and his deep affection for his family eclipsed those memories. But seeing this tall, stately lady as he's roaming about, looking for a room to call his own, brings back a memory of missing his mother when he was much smaller. But those ears remind him a little of the Schiff, whom he'd only started to realize were less threatening than they seemed, so he draws back a bit, wary, but at the same time drawn to her motherly air.
"Ma'am, is this your house?" he asks, the question just slipping out.
I'm wondering how Light would react to a fledgling chiropteran Chevalier who's also a countryman of his, but it might be too much for the little guy, though he'd probably be really nice to Light in spite of his grumpiness. They'd be good for each other.
Nerdanel is the least dangerous of her family, to be sure; and she'd never harm anyone, unless they attacked her sons. She goes a little Mama Bear on that front. She turns, and gives him a smile that's meant to be reassuring, and probably is. She gives off an air of still waters run deep, tranquility that hides a strong undercurrent of warmth. "No, not at all - it's not anyone's, properly. Or perhaps it belongs to everyone who lives here. But it isn't mine. Are you looking for a room?"
"Oh, yeah! Er... yes, ma'am. I just got here and... well, I don't need to sleep, but I could use a room to stay in," he says, polite, but quietly cheerful. She might sense something a little different about him, but he's clearly harmless. "But... what do you mean when you said this place belongs to everyone? What is this place?"
She does, but only a little - and he's young enough and it's slight enough that she decides to tuck it away for later consideration. "It's called the Mansion," she says, "More than that, no one really seems to know - but there isn't any owner, or master. The rooms are - well, there seems to be no end to them. I'm sure you can find one."
"Could you show me the way? I only just got here and, well, I'm a little scared of getting lost in a place this big," he says. Like any boy just edging towards young adulthood, he clearly doesn't want to seem weak or scared, but he's still just enough of a little boy that there's a part of him that doesn't mind help from a grown-up.
Oh boy, does she recognize that one. Her boys had it since they were about three, she swears. "Of course," she assures him. "Would you like one down here or on the upper floors? It's up to you, really - whatever you prefer."
"Oh, it doesn't really matter what floor I'm on, as long as there's a lot of people on that floor," he says. Looking around a bit shyly, he adds, "Could I... stay near you? You seem like a mom with a family and... I could use a mom. My own mom died a long time ago: I barely remember her," he says, wistfully.
"I don't mind, as long as there are people around. It's safer that way," he says. His eye is on her ears, still curious about them. "I don't wanna seem rude, but is it all right if I ask why your ears are shaped that way? They're pretty: they kinda look like leaves."
"No one," Nerdanel says firmly, and protectively, "Will hurt you here. And certainly not while I'm nearby."
She blinks, for a moment, and then smiles a little. "They are a mark of the Eldar," she says, understanding that there are so few of them left in the world - likely none, excepting her second eldest, that humans can't recognize them anymore. "The Firstborn of Eru."
The comparison to leaves makes her smile, too. She's never thought of it that way.
He can't help smiling a bit with relief, hearing her speaking so protectively, and yet he has that spooky feeling -- in a good way -- that as kindly as she is, she'd clearly fight anyone tried to harm anyone she cares for. "So you're an Elf?" he asks, putting two and two together. "I mean, that's what we call people like you," he says, catching himself and trying not to sound rude or awkward.
She takes his hand, and curtseys in return, just because. "Thank you. You're welcome here, Riku. And welcome to ask me for anything you need."
He read her right, though. There is an inner fierceness in Nerdanel that makes her very much a Mama Bear. Just one who likes to let her children learn from mistakes, too.
"Well, I really don't need anything right now, except a room to call my own," he says. He's not sure if he should tell her that he doesn't need to eat regular food like other people, and decides to hold off till she offers to cook a meal. Though he'd be honored to cook for her and her family in return for her kindness.
Wherever Riku is wandering, he might find himself coming across a red-haired woman, more than usually statuesque, and regal, her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. She notes him, and considers saying hello, but decides, because of his age and the fact that he seems a little jumpy, to let him make that decision.
Iiii don't know who else I should send. Any ideas? >.>
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"Ma'am, is this your house?" he asks, the question just slipping out.
I'm wondering how Light would react to a fledgling chiropteran Chevalier who's also a countryman of his, but it might be too much for the little guy, though he'd probably be really nice to Light in spite of his grumpiness. They'd be good for each other.
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She blinks, for a moment, and then smiles a little. "They are a mark of the Eldar," she says, understanding that there are so few of them left in the world - likely none, excepting her second eldest, that humans can't recognize them anymore. "The Firstborn of Eru."
The comparison to leaves makes her smile, too. She's never thought of it that way.
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He read her right, though. There is an inner fierceness in Nerdanel that makes her very much a Mama Bear. Just one who likes to let her children learn from mistakes, too.
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