Seven’s hands met Palla’s shoulders for a brief moment, bringing the light of joy to her eyes. Teaching time! She could hardly wait. He dug into his large wooden box, withdrawing the brown cloth. He tossed it in her direction, but she merely flinched as it landed at her feet. Her eyebrows furrowed in a nervous expression. Throwing things at one another? Was this custom? He explained the concept of clothes delicately, but it escaped her grasp. What did she care about clothes?
Making Seven happy. That seemed legitimate enough. She bent down hesitantly and sniffed the brown shirt. It was musty, and smelled of dust and stale air. She plucked it from the ground with her thumb and forefinger, twirling it to get a better look.
”She’s an animal. She knows what sex is.”
Palla’s attention turned from the shirt to Victor, and she asked, ”What’s a sex?” Her head was spinning. So many weird words were being spewed, like the fall leaves onto the ground. The words were as complex as their ever changing colors. No two the same. She watched carefully as he slid the shirt over his arms. Looking back down to the shirt, she feebly attempted to mimic him. Proudly looking down at the open shirt, she couldn’t know that it was both inside out and upside down. Awkwardly, she awaited her next task.
Victor’s swift, steps landed him before her, and he looked into her rusty eyes with his own. His hand found hers, and lifted it to his shoulder. Almost subconsciously, she attempted to withdraw from him. It was a tentative gesture, and one she would not follow through with. Seven wanted to teach her clothes, so she had better make him proud. As Victor widened the mouth of the pants and instructed her to insert her legs, she tried to remember how he had put his own on. One foot after the other, but which ones? She had four, and there were only two holes. Victor had only put his two-legged feet in.
Swallowing nervously, not entirely sure if Victor was to be trusted, she placed her other hand on his opposite shoulder. Lifting one leg up, she wobbled. Quickly, she set her foot back down on the ground where it belonged. She shook her head and tried again, this time supporting her weight on Victor’s shoulders. Her little feet slipped down into the fabric of the pants, and she lifted the other leg. Carefully, she repeated the motion. With two feet in, she looked to Seven for approval.
"Like this??"
Making Seven happy. That seemed legitimate enough. She bent down hesitantly and sniffed the brown shirt. It was musty, and smelled of dust and stale air. She plucked it from the ground with her thumb and forefinger, twirling it to get a better look.
”She’s an animal. She knows what sex is.”
Palla’s attention turned from the shirt to Victor, and she asked, ”What’s a sex?” Her head was spinning. So many weird words were being spewed, like the fall leaves onto the ground. The words were as complex as their ever changing colors. No two the same. She watched carefully as he slid the shirt over his arms. Looking back down to the shirt, she feebly attempted to mimic him. Proudly looking down at the open shirt, she couldn’t know that it was both inside out and upside down. Awkwardly, she awaited her next task.
Victor’s swift, steps landed him before her, and he looked into her rusty eyes with his own. His hand found hers, and lifted it to his shoulder. Almost subconsciously, she attempted to withdraw from him. It was a tentative gesture, and one she would not follow through with. Seven wanted to teach her clothes, so she had better make him proud. As Victor widened the mouth of the pants and instructed her to insert her legs, she tried to remember how he had put his own on. One foot after the other, but which ones? She had four, and there were only two holes. Victor had only put his two-legged feet in.
Swallowing nervously, not entirely sure if Victor was to be trusted, she placed her other hand on his opposite shoulder. Lifting one leg up, she wobbled. Quickly, she set her foot back down on the ground where it belonged. She shook her head and tried again, this time supporting her weight on Victor’s shoulders. Her little feet slipped down into the fabric of the pants, and she lifted the other leg. Carefully, she repeated the motion. With two feet in, she looked to Seven for approval.
"Like this??"