Mm! Some were big and sad, some were nice and little... Some were sad and little! Sometimes they were angry.
[That in itself is something of a secret, they muse, but they'd had to make up for the tangle they'd already undone for him. As fresh as the memory seems with their ability for recall, it's so strange to think about the times they'd broken down in quiet, furious tears and tried to hide it. Even if they hadn't understood why, it was always better for them to hide that sort of thing back then, which is part of why knots became such a frequent game.]
It's a game you can play however you want.
[With a jaunt to their steps, they circle around so that they're in a good position for finding all those snags they can neatly sort out again. Mili gently pets his head first to try and acclimate him more to the idea of them being there. Then, even more gently, they slip fingers between messy strands and start to comb. Their voice is soft when they speak again, and there's almost a low, rumbling undertone along with it. Not quite a purr, but close enough.]
I had lots and lots, so I had to find all kinds of secrets to say. Changelings always, always get lots of tangles. It's one of the ways you can tell them apart from real children. I think... [The tangle is undone, and they smile into their secret.] ...that maybe I don't get so many anymore because I'm a 'real' child now. Mamá and Papá love me.
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[That in itself is something of a secret, they muse, but they'd had to make up for the tangle they'd already undone for him. As fresh as the memory seems with their ability for recall, it's so strange to think about the times they'd broken down in quiet, furious tears and tried to hide it. Even if they hadn't understood why, it was always better for them to hide that sort of thing back then, which is part of why knots became such a frequent game.]
It's a game you can play however you want.
[With a jaunt to their steps, they circle around so that they're in a good position for finding all those snags they can neatly sort out again. Mili gently pets his head first to try and acclimate him more to the idea of them being there. Then, even more gently, they slip fingers between messy strands and start to comb. Their voice is soft when they speak again, and there's almost a low, rumbling undertone along with it. Not quite a purr, but close enough.]
I had lots and lots, so I had to find all kinds of secrets to say. Changelings always, always get lots of tangles. It's one of the ways you can tell them apart from real children. I think... [The tangle is undone, and they smile into their secret.] ...that maybe I don't get so many anymore because I'm a 'real' child now. Mamá and Papá love me.