>>6125149https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nY7GnAq6ZnwFrom the trellis hideaway, out marches the stubborn girl. A messy light brown haired <span class="mu-i">mädel</span>, eyes proudly shut behind big round and cracked glasses. What little fat and color the underworld’s meager diet could afford her was stored in rosy chubby cheeks. The adorable girl’s face warmed your heart, only for the sight of her arm to stick a knife into it. Her left hand was gone, either amputated to prevent disease or outright cut off in an attack. Only a bandaged stub remained. Her clothes were much too large for her, the jacket and pants rolled up greatly at their ends to let her hands out. She must be nine, or ten years old.
The brown rabbit sits on her head. You think is a rabbit, at least. It looks like it was scrappily painted into your vision with an artist’s brush. Blurry and unfocused, as though you were seeing it through someone else’s glasses. Its left foreleg is injured, too. It wears an expression of measured concern, of someone who has pertinent information to share… for a rabbit.
“Hi, I’m Tahti,” she announces with gusto in her odd underdweller accent whilst offering her good hand to shake yours. From the first impression you can feel she’s like a little Sigrun with her attitude, but unlike the swede there is no hate in her heart. Just fear, pain, and sadness. Through it all, she still wants to hold her head high and be somebody. Her name means “star.” You hope she gets to see one.
Tahti seems oblivious to the rab-Miss Rabbit, sitting on top of her head. The strange creature adjusts her footing on top of the thrown-back head of little lady’s head, and Tahti’s hair doesn’t seem to be rustled by the rabbit’s paws.
The boy steps through the doorway to the hide-out, shattered blade of a Stormwatch agent in hand. The black haired boy wearing a tough mug is not wearing a shirt, but a discarded blanket as a cape over his outright gaunt body. He wears the hard woods of Stormwatch canteens across his forearms. They have visible scratches, as do the arms beneath them. He’s a few inches taller than the girl, a foot shorter than you, and yet you think he feels much taller. He’s maybe eleven. Twelve.
“You saw Miss Rabbit?” Tahti goes on. The little lady seems so smug. “I only see her sometimes, but that’s better than Sisu. Did she say anything yet?”
They’re too cute, you can’t help but giggle. “No, I-”
“Get away from her!” The boy named Sisu yells. His name means guts, grit, and determination. You hope he stays young enough to never need those things. “AURINGON KOSKETTAMA PAHOLAINEN!” His speech is so warped by his strange accent and attempts to seem tough that you sincerely cannot understand it.
The two begin bickering with each other, with your attempts to interject without screaming and scaring them falling flat. Ah, they're so cute together!~
