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The Baker's Wife ([personal profile] andhiswife) wrote2017-04-25 08:05 pm

You, Me, Her and Him

This, Greta thinks, is probably overdue. Jordan might not be Saoirse's age, but she's about her size, and Greta's fairly certain they'll get on. She's a little less certain about Marvin and Cu. The sheepdog has excellent manners, but there's no getting around the size disparity between him and the little terrier, and Marvin might not like it. Then again, Marvin also might not even show. She'd told Sam that Cu would be here, figuring he'd know best whether his own dog would actually enjoy tagging along.

She's also not entirely certain about the beach as a meeting place. Saoirse loves it, of course, which might be part of the problem. Even without any sign of her coat, Greta can't quite shake the fear that the seals will end up calling her into the water. It's probably paranoid, and even if it isn't, she's heard enough stories about selkies to know she doesn't want to be that person -- the one who so fears losing them that they do something awful just to keep them a little longer. But she's grown desperately fond of the girl, despite knowing what she is, and it's hard not to dread what seems like an inevitable departure.

Not that it'll be today or anything. Jordan and Sam will be distracting enough that Saoirse won't even be tempted to look too long at the waterline, probably.

She's rather looking forward to seeing them, with or without Marvin in tow. They'd checked in during the attack of all those awful little toys, so she'd known they were all right (and vice versa). But it's still reassuring to actually see them, happy and in one piece. If she's being entirely honest with herself, part of the reason she arranged this playdate is so she'd have an excuse to spend time with them without seeming... fretful. Or needy. Or other things she generally isn't.

The private insistence that this isn't all about her might be what prompts her to look down at Saoirse and ask, "Are you excited to meet Sam and Jordan?" They've only just arrived at the beach, and she hasn't spotted the pair yet, but she expects they'll find them soon enough.
selkiesaoirse: ([animated] annoyed)

[personal profile] selkiesaoirse 2017-05-16 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Saoirse reaches for the ball even as Greta lifts her, and she pouts a little. The seals immediately duck back beneath the surf when Sam enters the water. If they surface elsewhere, it isn't within eyeshot. Cu woofs and dances around Greta's legs. Saoirse giggles silently when Cu tugs on her wet pantleg, and she leans her head on Greta's shoulder, evidently assuaged, while she watches Sam fetch her football.
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[personal profile] improvises 2017-05-20 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
It is on the cold side, but Sam isn't overly bothered by that, nor does he have to wade too far after the soccer ball. His jeans will be wet, but he ought to have expected as much, really, and at least it's only to his knees or so. Any farther out and he'd still have gone for it anyway, but he knows full well that wet denim won't dry easily, and he's privately a little grateful that he can grab the ball before he winds up having to sit around in soaking wet jeans all day.

With Jordan at the shore, toes just at the edge of the water, Sam smiles, holding the ball up as he returns to the rest of the group. "Mission accomplished," he calls, making sure he's fully clear of the pull of the waves, tromping back up to drier sand, before he sets the ball down again. "Though I don't know whose point that would be. I think this game works better on land."
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[personal profile] selkiesaoirse 2017-05-22 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Saoirse considers, then rummages into her bag so she can check. She has extra socks and trainers, at least, so she pulls those out, since her feet are starting to feel cramped and squishy in her drenched ones. There aren't any trousers, though.

As she rummages, her shell tumbles out onto the sand, but her focus is primarily on her socks and shoes. She plops her butt onto the and and starts to try to tug her shoes off, frowning in both concentration and effort.
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[personal profile] improvises 2017-05-29 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? I won't argue with that," Sam says of the point, though he's laughing as he does. Jordan, still mercifully dry, has taken up the soccer ball where he's set it down, kicking it a short distance and running after it only to repeat the same again. He suspects this may become a trend, that he's very likely to wind up having to get her a soccer ball of her own in the very near future. As long as nothing winds up broken — though he's sure at least one thing will wind up broken, and he won't care half as much as he probably should — he can't object on that front.

He glances at Saoirse, and his smile grows a little amused, a little self-deprecating. "You know, I think you might be onto something there," he says, crouching so he can start taking off his own shoes. It won't help much when his feet will just wind up covered in sand instead, but still, he'd rather not stay in wet socks if he can help it.
selkiesaoirse: ([age 6-9] silent giggle)

[personal profile] selkiesaoirse 2017-05-30 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Saoirse watches, for a moment wondering if Jordan will try to play it. One of her socks is half off, fabric rolling up on itself on its way down her wet foot. The other is a soggy ball on the sand already. When she hears Greta, she perks and nods. Yes, she'll play later! But first, she wants to keep playing football.

Her sock goes flying as it finally lets go of her toes. Cu chases after it, and brings back a small hunk of wood, instead. Saoirse giggles, pushing her windblown hair out of her face.
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[personal profile] improvises 2017-06-02 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Sam can't help but laugh at the way Saoirse's sock goes flying, already heading in its direction when he sees the piece of wood Cu is carrying back in the sock's stead. It isn't like it's gone as far as all that, and anyway, he's used to playing with Jordan, and the frequency with which that involves having to retrieve various items when they inevitably get out of her control. This is just to be expected, and at least this time, he doesn't have to wade out into the ocean to retrieve the soccer ball, willing as he'd been to do so.

"I think this might be yours," he says, teasing, as he holds the sock out to Saoirse. "And that's a very nice shell. I'm sure Jordan would love to hear you play."
selkiesaoirse: ([animated] proud)

[personal profile] selkiesaoirse 2017-06-05 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Saoirse likes Sam a lot, she decides. He's nice, and he doesn't treat her like a little kid, and she likes his smile. She pulls her wet sock close and unrolls it, draping it over her wet shoes with the other one. She wants to keep them all together and give the sun a chance to dry them out while they're playing.

When Greta asks her about her secret, about sharing it with Sam and Jordan, she looks up at her. She smiles small, then nods. Yes, that's fine with her. She wants to keep playing, first, though!
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[personal profile] improvises 2017-06-07 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan, distracted with kicking — and nearly tripping over — the soccer ball, doesn't seem to hear what's been said, but Sam doesn't miss it. For the moment, though, he does his best not to let his expression betray as much. He hasn't got a clue what about you might mean, but judging by Saoirse's reaction, he will soon enough; there's no reason to pry. Even if she'd decided otherwise, it wouldn't be his place to interfere. He might have asked Greta later what her question was about, but he wouldn't have expected an answer in any kind of detail. Saoirse has only just met him and Jordan, after all, and he knows how children can be. He also knows from Jordan's own occasional bouts of being temperamental that it's important to earn their trust rather than dismissing them. Whatever there is to find out or not, that's her decision to make.

"Are you ready yet?" Jordan asks abruptly, breathless and grinning as she makes her way back over to the others. Sam, both surprised and not, lets out a laugh, reaching down to ruffle her hair.

"Be patient for just another minute, okay?" She huffs out a sigh in response, but seems to be alright enough with that for the moment. It gives Sam a moment to glance down at Greta, brow arching, a silent question.
selkiesaoirse: ([animated] happy)

[personal profile] selkiesaoirse 2017-06-27 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
Saoirse is only half-listening to Greta while she and Jordan go back to playing with the football. Cu is bouncing around with them, trying to paw at it occasionally. Saoirse's breath is coming a little louder as she laughs while she runs, and although she slips on the sand occasionally, she doesn't tumble or fall.
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[personal profile] improvises 2017-07-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's something Sam has gotten used to, half-keeping an eye on Jordan while doing something else, his daughter always in his peripheral vision but his focus elsewhere. He's pretty sure, in fact, that it's a necessary skill, but it's a useful one, too. If not for that, he'd never be able to get half as much work done, or bring her with him when he runs any errands, or stop to have a conversation with anyone. Besides, right now, he's hardly worried. With the number of them here, people and dogs alike, it seems unlikely that he would miss any indication of trouble. So he listens carefully to Greta as she speaks, Jordan appeased by finally being able to get back to playing, and nods slowly in response to her question.

"They do," he says, his expression turning a bit sheepish then, "though I'd be lying if I said I remembered much of anything about them." It's just not the sort of thing he'd ever paid that much attention to. He wouldn't have thought he would need to, though he wishes now that he had a few details he could fall back on. "Is she..."