magi-marga:
“Thats funny! You have the same name as one of my books!” She giggled, hopping backwards a few paces.
“My name is Marga! It’s nice to meet you. I like your hair, its pretty”
Marga wasn’t on Sindrian soil alone, her guardians were in fact with her—just not in the direct vicinity at the moment. She was bouncing slightly back and forth, just an abundance of energy in a very little body. The little trick of spinning the ball completely captured her attention.
“Wow! How did you do that!?”
“I’m glad you do, it’s really a full time job on its own.” The man says with a smile on his face as he then looks down at the little girl. As the ball returned within his grasp. His brow raised slightly, looking down at the girl with curiosity. “What? this? “ He spun the wall once again against the tip of his finger. “Years of practice that I’m sure you’ll be able to do too once you’re older.”
"You think so!?" She watched the king in awe before grinning and making grabby hands for him to pass the ball to her.
"Lets play catch! I think you might have as much hair as muumuu! Though yours is purple and his is red!" She had a bit of bad memories about purple hair that made her skin crawl, but she was trying to ignore the bad memories.















