Introduction

[pretty_weena]

She sings and chatters to herself in a soft, graceful tongue, looking around at the Mansion with her eyes wide with pleasure. The windows elicit even more bubbling and her hands explore everything incessantly

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[raventonbeauty]

"Hello," Ashley says, intrigued by the tiny person with her strange language.

[pretty_weena]

Weena looks up at him and begins chattering excitedly, and in a moment touching every part of him she can reach.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley's a little surprised by that, but leans down, his long hair brushing the floor so that his head is at her level.

[pretty_weena]

She makes a squeaky sound of delight and begins running her tiny fingers through it, tugging and stroking and wrapping it around her hands.

[illgotten]

Tiny doesn't bother Mordred. Wide-eyed is rather more unsettling. "Hello?"

[pretty_weena]

She looks up at him and then starts tugging on his jeans. The new material is exciting to her fingers.

[illgotten]

"Hey--" jerking back. "We haven't even been introduced, here."

[pretty_weena]

A little burbling laugh, and then she starts talking, rapidly and incomprehensibly--and puts her hand on his knee, and smiles up at him.

[traitorforlove]

*smiles a little* Hello there, little one.

[pretty_weena]

Weena smiles back and chatters at him in her pretty language.

[traitorforlove]

*crouches down and tries some Russian, giving her a quizzical look* Вы говорите русского?

Typist: Which is, in theory, 'do you speak Russian?'. :D

[pretty_weena]

Turns out she doesn't! But the new language interests her, and she listens and then claps.

[wonderfulboy]

*watches her, fascinated* Hallo!

[pretty_weena]

Oh, it's a tiny person like she is! She runs up to him and begins to burble and laugh.

[wonderfulboy]

*claps and gurgles happily* I'm Peter Pan! What's your name?

[pretty_weena]

She fails entirely to understand, and keeps on burbling.

[mad_leprechaun]

Mad Sweeney has a fondness for the wee folk, especially considering... well, technically he is one. Except a very very tall wee folk. Well over six foot.

He grins down at her. "Hey there, darling."

[pretty_weena]

Weena leans wayyy back, tilting her face up, and laughs beautifully.

[mad_leprechaun]

His grin widens and he crouches down to be closer to her height.

"You're a pretty thing, ain't ya? Where do ya come from?"

[pretty_weena]

She reaches out and touches his face with one of her tiny hands, feeling the crevices and rises. Her own is very, very smooth. Unfortunately, she can't understand a word he's saying, so she smiles hugely and says something to him in her own language.