Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
Inanna had meant to look at the adoption listings. The page was still open on her datapad, full of profiles and pictures of children with glum or nervous expressions. But the datapad had been repeatedly abandoned on the coffee table while she chased Serena around the ship.
This was the third time tonight. For some reason, Serena kept taking her clothes off. Inanna would catch her and redress her, only to find the kid dancing around half-naked again a few minutes later, her clothes in a heap on the floor.
Maybe this outfit is just uncomfortable for her? The fabric was sort of cheap. So Inanna went and found something different for the baby to wear, a cute little dress made from soft, breathable material. She slipped the dress over a whining Serena's head and pulled her little arms through the sleeves. But it seemed like the minute she turned her back, Serena yanked off the dress and went back to inexplicably dancing.
Inanna stared at her. Serena stared back, swaying from side to side, her fists clenched as though ready to break into a run at a moment's notice. Inanna did her best to maintain a serious, stern expression, but the defiant expression on the toddler's face (like an angry pout) was killing her. Her lips twitched as she fought a smile, then finally cracked up.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked, trying to stifle her wheezing.
"No," Serena said. She waved her hand insistently. "Play the song with the people with the big heads."
Thankfully Inanna knew exactly which music she was referring to, and with a gesture she turned on the holo speakers. Serena immediately began dancing around the room, switching from swaying to stomping, to something that looked like an attempt at headbanging, and finally spinning. Around and around and around she went, making circles on the carpet with her little feet.
"If you keep doing that, you're going to get dizzy," Inanna warned, grinning from ear to ear. But of course, Serena kept on spinning. Her mother returned to the couch and picked up her datapad, idly flicking through the list of orphans while she watched Serena twirl in front of her. Because they definitely needed more of this in their lives.
This was the third time tonight. For some reason, Serena kept taking her clothes off. Inanna would catch her and redress her, only to find the kid dancing around half-naked again a few minutes later, her clothes in a heap on the floor.
Maybe this outfit is just uncomfortable for her? The fabric was sort of cheap. So Inanna went and found something different for the baby to wear, a cute little dress made from soft, breathable material. She slipped the dress over a whining Serena's head and pulled her little arms through the sleeves. But it seemed like the minute she turned her back, Serena yanked off the dress and went back to inexplicably dancing.
Inanna stared at her. Serena stared back, swaying from side to side, her fists clenched as though ready to break into a run at a moment's notice. Inanna did her best to maintain a serious, stern expression, but the defiant expression on the toddler's face (like an angry pout) was killing her. Her lips twitched as she fought a smile, then finally cracked up.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked, trying to stifle her wheezing.
"No," Serena said. She waved her hand insistently. "Play the song with the people with the big heads."
Thankfully Inanna knew exactly which music she was referring to, and with a gesture she turned on the holo speakers. Serena immediately began dancing around the room, switching from swaying to stomping, to something that looked like an attempt at headbanging, and finally spinning. Around and around and around she went, making circles on the carpet with her little feet.
"If you keep doing that, you're going to get dizzy," Inanna warned, grinning from ear to ear. But of course, Serena kept on spinning. Her mother returned to the couch and picked up her datapad, idly flicking through the list of orphans while she watched Serena twirl in front of her. Because they definitely needed more of this in their lives.
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