Sherry stayed put, but those big, blue eyes of hers were very trusting. If this lady would help her, then she'd be really lucky! "A...Annette Birkin," she answered obediently. "And if my mommy isn't here, I need to ask for..." Sherry looked down at her feet, in that weird, throbby plantsuit.
"Then if you do not mind, I will ask for you, all right?"
With that, the Draenei retrieved her omnicomm, and hunched over it a bit, fingers flying over the keys. It beeped at her, and she straightened then with a smile.
"There. It is done, and hopefully there will be an answer for you soon."
Sherry nodded, "Okay. I mean... thank you." She even smiled at the big, scary purple woman. But she didn't get any closer, and kept fumbling with her locket. It wasn't really hers, though. Or maybe it -would- be hers?
This was confusing, but then, so was Alastirra. "Do those things hurt?" she asked, and pointed up at the draenei's horns.
"Not at all! Well. Only if I hit something with them, but I have no plans to do such a thing at the moment. It would not be appropriate at all." She giggled a little.
Alastirra smiled then, and leaned down. "If you are curious, you could touch them if you like. When I was small, like you, they were smaller, too."
Even if that was a loooong time ago by the way humans measured things.
Sherry reached out and tentatively poked one horn with a finger, squeaked with excitement and pushed herself back against the wall, giggling. At least she was kept easily distracted, even if that curiosity the elder Sherry possessed had by no means backed down.
True to her word, Claire headed out the second she sent the message that she was on her way. She didn't know why Sherry would be lost, they'd been on this ship almost two years, now. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and hurried to collect her daughter.
When she spotted the little girl, whatever was wrong became obvious. She was... much smaller than she should be.
Sherry looked up and peered at Claire curiously. She couldn't remember where she'd met her, only that she - the older she, that is - was supposed to trust her. "Hi... mommy?" Not really, but...
She shifted on her feet, suddenly shy and uncomfortable.
Considering how long Claire had loved Sherry like she was her own, that question felt like a stab in the heart. The look on her face wavered for a moment, before she leaned her head forward and lowered her voice. This wasn't really a conversation to be having in front of a relative stranger, but she wasn't sure what was going on with Sherry.
"Annette isn't here, Sherry. I've been looking after you. Does... that sound familiar, at all?"
Sherry furrowed her brow as she thought. She could remember some sort of hazy things on the ship, and how Claire had been there with her, and Leon too, but... she couldn't remember how they'd met. Which made her Other Mother a stranger.
"Sort of..." Sherry answered and looked a little bit frightened, like she was afraid of giving the wrong answer. "I remember I've been with you."
"That's right. You don't... remember why, do you?" she didn't think so. Sherry was obviously much younger than she'd ever been, and while she seemed to kind of remember Claire, it was difficult to tell if she remembered much else. She studied the little girl carefully, trying to decide if she should take her down to medical, or call Leon first.
Sherry shook her head, and looked apologetically up at Claire. "No. Am I supposed to? Because if I am, I'll try really hard to remember, Ma-..." she fumbled for a moment, "Miss Claire." She scrunched her face up, trying to jog her memory, but there was very little to grab to.
Okay, this was kind of bad. Claire worried her lip before standing up and holding her hand out to Sherry.
"Don't worry too much about it. Right now, we need to go see Leon. I need his help on this one." Because she had no idea on her own what to do with their thirteen-year-old that is suddenly much younger and asking for her real mother.
Sherry stayed put, but those big, blue eyes of hers were very trusting. If this lady would help her, then she'd be really lucky! "A...Annette Birkin," she answered obediently. "And if my mommy isn't here, I need to ask for..." Sherry looked down at her feet, in that weird, throbby plantsuit.
"Claire. I don't remember her last name, though."
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With that, the Draenei retrieved her omnicomm, and hunched over it a bit, fingers flying over the keys. It beeped at her, and she straightened then with a smile.
"There. It is done, and hopefully there will be an answer for you soon."
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Sherry nodded, "Okay. I mean... thank you." She even smiled at the big, scary purple woman. But she didn't get any closer, and kept fumbling with her locket. It wasn't really hers, though. Or maybe it -would- be hers?
This was confusing, but then, so was Alastirra. "Do those things hurt?" she asked, and pointed up at the draenei's horns.
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Alastirra smiled then, and leaned down. "If you are curious, you could touch them if you like. When I was small, like you, they were smaller, too."
Even if that was a loooong time ago by the way humans measured things.
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Oh, she was a nice lady.
That was good.
Sherry reached out and tentatively poked one horn with a finger, squeaked with excitement and pushed herself back against the wall, giggling. At least she was kept easily distracted, even if that curiosity the elder Sherry possessed had by no means backed down.
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When she spotted the little girl, whatever was wrong became obvious. She was... much smaller than she should be.
"Sherry?"
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Sherry looked up and peered at Claire curiously. She couldn't remember where she'd met her, only that she - the older she, that is - was supposed to trust her. "Hi... mommy?" Not really, but...
She shifted on her feet, suddenly shy and uncomfortable.
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"Hi, sweetie." She frowned a little, before looking up at Alastirra and smiling politely. "Thank you for keeping an eye on her, for me."
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The Draenei mused for a moment, and then shrugged and smiled again.
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Sherry looked up at Claire, and in a tiny, plaintive voice asked, "Claire? Where's my mommy?"
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"Annette isn't here, Sherry. I've been looking after you. Does... that sound familiar, at all?"
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"Sort of..." Sherry answered and looked a little bit frightened, like she was afraid of giving the wrong answer. "I remember I've been with you."
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"That's right. You don't... remember why, do you?" she didn't think so. Sherry was obviously much younger than she'd ever been, and while she seemed to kind of remember Claire, it was difficult to tell if she remembered much else. She studied the little girl carefully, trying to decide if she should take her down to medical, or call Leon first.
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Sherry shook her head, and looked apologetically up at Claire. "No. Am I supposed to? Because if I am, I'll try really hard to remember, Ma-..." she fumbled for a moment, "Miss Claire." She scrunched her face up, trying to jog her memory, but there was very little to grab to.
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"Don't worry too much about it. Right now, we need to go see Leon. I need his help on this one." Because she had no idea on her own what to do with their thirteen-year-old that is suddenly much younger and asking for her real mother.
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Though she was somewhat uncertain as to what else to say. She just gave a smile, beaming happily down at the humans.
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