Spell 41 .: Elphaba :. Sleep and remember [Accidental Video / In person]

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[Since the rocky start to this odd mother-daughter relationship at the beginning of the week, Elphaba's actually gotten used to her child. Well, a little more than that. She's actually grown quite fond of the spirited little green girl. The two are in Elphaba's room, with the door slightly ajar. Inside (and on the feed) anyone passing by or watching the network will see this rather surreal little scene;

Elphaba is lying on her front, her feet kicking the head board as she reads to herself. Her right hand is raised slightly, swaying side to side, seemingly controlling a mobile that is spinning slowly above the babies cot. The child, although she's been quiet for a few hours now, suddenly decides that it needs more entertainment. So, it starts making little noises of distress, which eventually become tearless yells.

With a roll of the eyes, Elphaba pushes herself up and off the bed]

Alright, alright.. Come here

[Picking the child up, she sits back on the bed, and quietly hums to her as she makes herself comfortable. When it's apparent that the infant wants more than to be held, she thinks for a moment, before glancing at her book,  and smiling a few moments later. Trying to work out a tune in her head, she gently starts singing this to the baby, in an effort to make her fall asleep..]


If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair...
 

Comments

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[And guess who's wandering about the halls... with his little duck egg he found outside... of course HE thinks it's just a very tiny Namekian egg that the author misplaced.

Well, the small green child hears the singing and is naturally curious as to who's singing. He peers curiously into the room, opening the door a bit]

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[If she had dog earsthey'd be pricking up right now]

Hello?

[From theangle of her bed, she can't see Dende just yet]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[And from around the corner is a tiny little green child, looking rather meek and shy]

H-hello. You have a very nice voice...

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[Sitting forward (being careful not to disturb the child in her arms), Elphaba smiles a little when she see's who it is]

Thank you.

You can c0ome in if you want to, you don't have to hide

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende wanders in looking curiously at the lady. Was she human? She was the same color he was...]

A-are you a Namekian?

[How many times have you been asked this Elphie?]

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[She frowns a little, although her expression softens a second later. She was sure Dende already knew she was human..]

No, I'm a human.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende beams a big bright smile, humans where nice!]

That's good! I like humans! And you're a pretty color too! Like me!

[1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back]

Thank you, you're very sweet..

[Now that her baby is fast asleep, she slowly gets up and places her gently back in her crib, before turning her attention back to Dende]

We should keep our voices down - I don't want to wake her up, okay?

[She says this in a loud whisper as she picks him up (she figures he would have a hard time getting up there by himself. Sshh, she's forgotten he can fly) and puts him on the bed, before sitting opposite him herself. ]