(Rose)
My daughter’s eyes shine when I tell her tales. Whether they’re from my own experience or wild extrapolations from what I learnt, or even pure fiction as much as I can provide.
It doesn’t matter. It’s all the sa tasty information to her.
Pure food and bliss.
She holds my wrist when I’m about to leave it for the night. She asks another, more awake than before sotis.
So my tales of a thousand nights go on. As best I can.
Although because it’s all based on my life, imagination doesn’t get as exhausted as it might otherwise. I can weave more.
Much more.
Ogre and Licht get resurrected, once more.
As they beco characters to impersonate thoughts or ideas.
And they awaken my daughter’s wildest emotions, fear and bravery, amusent, dread and sorrow, or joy.
Everything has an effect, and a much more intense one than anything I could have predicted.
mories and words, for turn into fantastical adventures for her. And she lives them with an unexpected intensity, possibly higher than mine as I lived them sotis.
The glass buildings over the glorious colours of earth.
Our way across Anatolia, until we reached the colours of Konstantiniyye turned to Istanbul.
The hunts with arrows defying gravity.
The birds with the aunt she will not et.
The trees.
The gods, benevolent or evil.
Nokaranlık is shivering with pleasure from already vivid imagination, which amuses as well, since all that is happening really is my dry voice reaching her.
Fighting the prophets of Magenta, over and over, from Licht and others.
From the little Russia to the infinite one.
From one daiûa to the next.
Riding on a dragon or burning a judge of the dead back to Pluto.
The joy over the bloodied face of Bleue when she caught Ana...
To the dread and horror of Ogre raping ...
I managed to make Nokarlık cry through the night... I didn’t feel good either then. She doesn’t yet comprehend the full depth of what horror can be, but she does get the rough ideas clearly.
But then, there was another night after the end...
And another.
And another.
With joyful friends. With a flying ship. With giant flowers crawling over the sands. With a swift ship escaping a haunted island.
With glorious environnts along hollow mountains more recently.
With the rupture of lands under godly rains of fire.
With blood on my hands, and Blu by my side.
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Like Blu did a very long ti ago, Nokaranlık is learning that she is not a god.
I’m teaching her the differences between humanity, and the ntal inertia of the self-proclaid gods of this world.
She seems to understand rather well.
I think her friend Nue helps her get perspective on that, better than I could on my own.
There are powers that can reach beyond your own body. Just like my voice. Just like the words and language themselves. But nothing is absolute and most things will resist you.
R – Your mother saw information in one way or another as a fundantal part of life. The form it took wasn’t that important, despite biology standardising a form of transcription with nucleotides.
N – Mother Night?
R – Yes.
I told her many tis how we t, long before we beca sisters. Notwithstanding the oddity of becoming related by blood long after we t.
Nokaranlık wants to et her biological mother already. I see that desire beginning to blossom.
I know the feeling.
But she might soday.
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Our studies and lessons for her also focused on anatomy. She’s still uneasy from the trauma caused by the ti she saw my leg being dissolved to the bone.
But between that and Nue’s dolls, I took over the teachings to go further.
As we did, Nue agreed to let us tweak her human doll for further demonstrations.
The muscle structures she had built was looking less and less human. It was turning grotesque.
I beca surgeon in a way, and together we remade the doll into sothing closer to what is expected.
We stuffed it with makeshift internal organs. And I taught Nok about them all, as best I could.
Although she has obvious and huge differences from . The fra and main elents remain.
Brain, eyes, skin, muscles, nose, mouth ears, hands, feet, nerves, digestive system, teeth, bones, lungs, heart.
She has a good heart, steady, slow, big. Very big.
Blood, saliva, mucus, urine, faeces. I teach her all I can.
She has less breasts than I and she doesn’t have her nstruations, so she may still be immature despite her quite adult appearance.
But Blu thought it was most likely to be a little different for her.
Anyway, I can still teach her at least with drawings, that animals mate and carry eggs and babies for a while inside of them.
That part was clearly much harder and abstract for her. She couldn’t quite understand this reproductive concept.
Maybe it’s too early for her. And maybe it’s obsolete nowadays...
After Nue’s work, and Blu’s appearance, and the story of her birth, I can understand how that’s odd to her. Until she sees others, it will remain hard to comprehend.
Sa goes for the role of breasts and our sex in general. So far, that’s not how life is made for her, and she’s right.
That slightly embarrassing set of lessons aside, it’s all good. Tickles work on her just as well as they would on anyone. So her body is quite as it should.
Soday we will study how her body grows giant and functions as such, but it will be for another ti.
For now, it’s tickles, caresses, hugs and kisses, ‘till saturation and laughters.
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