PNPC Esme Martinson-Sherlock - That One

[Aine Sherlock]

(( Sherlock-Martinson Quarters, Deck 7, USS Valkyrie-A ))

It was almost a warning. Aine knew what babies could be like before she had one, it was the volume of time they were that way that she had never expected. Though Esme was getting better, the frequency still seemed...excessive.

Sherlock: Have fun.

The parents quickly made their way out of their quarters and the door swished closed behind them. Esme, half a fist in her mouth, watched as her parents left. She wasn't sure what was going on and the woman now holding her wasn't her green skinned aunt, the one she liked so much.

T’Ama: Looks like it’s just you and me.

The second the woman spoke Esme looked up at her, then back to the door, then back at the woman. She didn't know what to think and did the only thing she could: cry loudly. Her eyes scrunched up, tears forming, drool covered hand reaching for the door.

T’Ama: ::sighing:: You’ve already started in with this have you?

As the woman shifted Esme up higher on her hip and began bouncing her, she walked around the room, rubbing her back. Esme's cry dulled to the moaning cry babies often did when winding down but still confused.

T’Ama: Shhhhh, shh, shh, shhh… They’ll be back soon, and in the meantime you’re gonna have so much fun with Auntie T’Ama. Can you say “T’Ama”?

Though most of the words made little sense to her, she'd heard that last phrase before. Her parents said it often when trying to coax words from her mouth before. She'd only really spoken a couple coherent ones prior, but she watched the woman and at first mimicked her mouth movements before trying.

Esme: Tuh-ah-ah.

T’Ama: ::beat:: We’ll work on it.

As Esme calmed a little more, the woman walked her around the room before stopping at the mirror. Her parents had played this game with her before, she was familiar with the sight the wall gave back.

T’Ama: Who’s that baby?

Cooing at the mirror, Esme pawed at the air in front of them, reaching for the reflection of herself.

T’Ama: Is it you?

Esme: ::looking back at T'Ama:: Tuh-ah-ah.

T'Ama: response

Still not sure what exactly the words meant, Esme again reached out into the air, this time towards her blocks on the floor. Her parents often played with them with her. They had strange symbols on them even.

T'Ama: response

She could see her favorite one from the vantage. The one her parents always said was an "ess," and she wanted to show the woman her favorite block.

T'Ama: response

Esme Martinson-Sherlock

Child of Space

U.S.S. Valkyrie-A

R239712AS0