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Ciara's response was sudden, and no doubt, startling. But hearing that they were going out together made her suddenly jump up and down and squeal with delight. But when Mama started talking again, Ciara calmed down as best she could. The efforts that Marriko was giving were touching her heart. She listened closely, and understood exactly what mama was trying to say. "Hai, Mama" she said, obediently nodding. She then reached over with the hand not currently engaged with Norman, and grasped mama's hand sweetly. She wanted to meet Marriko halfway, or better if she could manage. The truth was, that bonding with Marriko was helping some of her basic Japanese lessons come back to her. "Watashi... Wa Yoi On'nanoko... ni Narudarou"... She said, blushing deeply as she immediately wondered if she had said something incorrectly.

Ciara was like the stereotypical kid at Christmas, now fully awake and being seen to by Marriko. She smiled broadly and reached over, collecting Norman who, because of his first day away of liberation from the airport prison complex, had been sleeping in mama's bed since the night before. She hugged him tightly to get chest, as everyone knows that's the only way to fully wake up narwhals, with the same arm that had the thumb she was currently sucking. The diaper change was absolute heaven for Ciara. Mainly due to the visible effort being given by Marriko. Normally, she would've felt shame at the severity of the accident. However, Marriko seemed to see her as an actual baby - which made her feel like her accident was not only "ok", it was completely and fully expected. After her change She squeaked up, saying "thank you Mama" with a deeply genuine tone and feel, before standing so she could be dressed in the beautiful frock. It was an amazing dress, that made Ciara feel like the center of attention. As it feel down around her calves, she giggled and did a turn for Marriko. "Pretty?" She asked, nervously.

She slept peacefully, barely moving - and then only at the utmost end of need. The bed was warm and comfortable. The room was welcoming, and enveloped her in its magic. The diaper around her waist was reassuring and validating for her. Her little eyelashes flitted rapidly as she entered REM. Meanwhile, the diaperwas continuing to leak on her dress. It hadn't gotten on the bed yet, but it soon would as her subconscious began to accept that she might truly be the little Ciara-chan of such an amazing couple. She had dreamed of this trip for months. Dreamed of seeing Japan, and trying new foods, and experiencing a new culture... All under the protection and with the guidance of, Daddy. But now she began to fantasize and dream about trips out with Mama. Having fun and laughing together. Her little heart swelled at the idea. Slowly, she was beginning to wake from her nap, as she extended her legs and laid on her stomach, trying to recapture the sleep that was absconding with her beautiful fantasy world much more quickly than she was comfortable with.

The foundations of an incredibly strong bond between them was being laid; at least, in Ciara's heart and mind. So much so, in fact, that as the lithe Marriko made every attempt to gingerly leave the bed, Ciara whimpered like a puppy. The reassuring rub, however, brought a sleepy smile to her face as she drifted back off into her own fantasy land of vibrant colors and fanciful adventures. She slept soundly for roughly an hour. Her small frame taking its second opportunity to actually rest - something she hadn't seen much of in her lifetime. She slept so soundly, so peacefully, that she didn't realize as her bladder released and flooded the diaper. The new warmth bringing her a sense of security and pleasant relaxation as she barely stirred. The feeling was comforting to her, as the diaper leaked only a little, staining her new dress. She slowly turned until she was laying on her stomach, her diapered bottom sticking straight up in the air as her thumb found its was into her mouth.

It was as if they had clicked, even though it had been rocky initially. The language barrier was not nearly high or strong enough to keep Ciara from feeling the simple, nonverbal bonding that was happening between them. For example, Marriko's checking her diaper demonstrated that Marriko was in a position of authority over her. That Ciara's flimsy notions of privacy were irrelevant, if Marriko decided it was time to check her diaper. Ciara wrapped herself in this knowledge like a warm blanket, feeling instantly safe, loved, and protected. Marriko's continued rocking only served to cement these feelings. And then they were moving together, back to Mama and Daddy's room. Ciara knew she was dry, so she wasn't sure why they were going so suddenly; however when she realized what was going on, she felt happier than if she had received a basket full of toys. Co-Sleeping! Ciara worked like a snake, getting as close to Marriko as humanly possible... even to the point of being comically close as, to her surprise - she yawned loudly. Her eyelids suddenly becoming overly heavy as Marriko would feel the girls body tensea little, and then completely relax in her arms. Her breathing was deep, and slow.

The tone of Marriko's condemnation was not bracing or mean, it was firm. It was controlling. It was... Maternal. As such, rather than falling into a completely hysterical breakdown, Ciara sniffed her nose pitifully and nodded. She was starting to calm down. As she was rocked, she nuzzled against Marriko and traced little patterns against her arm with her own lithe fingertips. She would stop crying... For Mama. As she began to calm, she burrowed closer and closer to Marriko, finding both security and serenity in her arms. The nonverbal communication that she was displaying was overwhelmingly singular in nature abdl design: she felt more calm, the closer that she was to the strong and assertive Marriko.

Ciara's crying was beginning to feed itself, as the overwhelming emotion and tension of the past few days was affecting her. Her childlike approach was giving way to emotional exhaustion as she tried to compose herself - only to find that the more she tried, the more she slipped into her crying fit. All she wanted was the embrace with Marriko. Of course, in an attempt to quell her crying, Marriko left for the pacifier... Which prompted a more desperate, if not a louder, crying. She was almost too the point of falling out into the floor when Marriko returned and expertly took Ciara into her arms to rock her. The combination of the rocking, and the pacifier, caused Ciara to slowly start to dial it back a bit. Her lips quivering as she visibly tried to calm down. She liked up into Marriko's eyes, and gasped her shoulder in her little hand. When they locked eyes, Marriko would see the torrent of tears, and see the struggle within Ciara as she tried to calm down. After several long moments, Ciara was barely sobbing as she attempted to talk around the pacifier. "P...Prince...princess r... Room?" Then, thinking about the value in perhaps trying to bridge the language gap, she struggled to remember something from her online Japanese lessons... "Ójo.... Ójo no.... no heya....?"

Ciara clearly took a tremendous amount of pride in helping - even with the most mundane tasks. And yet, it would be clear even to those less capable of reading people than Marriko, that this was no childish infatuation. Her behaviour was genuine at the most basic and cellular of levels. Furthermore. The slightest validation from Marriko brought with it the warmth and adoration that a starving puppy might feel toward a friendly hand. As evidenced by the girl's reacting to even simple pats on the head. Then Marriko hugged her. That hug, with its overwhelming acceptance and magnanimity, sent the girl into a torrent of fresh tears as she clung to mama, almost as if in desperation to hang onto the embrace, lest it be lost at the moment of its breaking.

Ciara was tickled to death with the room. It was beautiful. It had a perfect view. It had an amazing feeling about it. It was close to Mama and Daddy. It was, in a word, perfect. Even if the decor was somewhat older than her personality and something she hoped would change. She was so grateful, that she was overcome with emotion. For a moment, she just smiled and made no attempt to hide the tears racing down her cheeks before rounding her chin. But...then...she was back. Quite literally, she skipped around the room playfully. All clutching the clothes, She skipped a lap around mama before giggling. "Oh Mama i love it so much! Thank you thank you thank you!"

Ciara felt like the wind itself came alive inside her chest and propelled her upwards toward the sky when Marriko smiled and patted her head. Approval! Yay! That's what Ciara had hoped for, nay, yearned for, all along. Receiving it was like getting instant validation. Validation that Ciara had never received before from anyone not named Kotei. And certainly nite from anybody that Ciara desperately wanted validation from, like she did Marriko. If she thought that outburst of energy was cute, the way in which Ciara soaked up the approval would be cuteness overload. She batted her eyes playfully and, though her upper body remained mostly still, her feet were alive with excited twitching. It looked like she was dancing. "Yes, Mama" Ciara replied dutifully, before scooping up a giant armload of outfits and attempting to follow her. She hoped that her room would be close, as she feared the thought of being far away from them in this new place. Her feet shuffled along the floor as she carried the outfits proudly behind Marriko.

As she was dressed, she felt that maybe she was gaining a truer understanding of Marriko's feelings. Though she had been wrong no less than 3 times already... She assumed that Marriko was observing her with something of a detachment... Which she assumed she would probably adopt as well, had the roles been reversed. When Marriko let the dress fall around her, She smiled. The fabric was soft and comforting, and enveloped her like nothing she had ever owned. She smiled and nodded, giving a little twirl so that the bottom of the dress flared out a bit. She was quickly slipping back into giddiness. "Oh thank you Mama. I love it!" She said genuinely as she toyed with the hem of the dress playfully, giving a little curtsy to Marriko, as she giggled.

The conflict between woman and baby inside of both her mind and her spirit was very real. On the one hand, she understood that Marriko had absolutely no prior exposure to her, her personality, or her unique way of life. Not only that, she had been given no warning, nor a chance to prepare for Ciara's intrusion into her own sphere. Ciara respected and appreciated the gravity of such a difficult situation. On the other hand, her need for loving acceptance and tender, yet firm, guidance and protection were very consuming. Adding to the fact that Ciara felt such a longing desire to be loved and accepted by the woman, Ciara also felt a maternal aura and an irrational connection to Marriko as a parental figure. Quite simply, she was torn. However, the light of her spirit, as evidenced by the glint in her eye when summoned to "mama" was undeniably genuine and authentic. As she lowered her knees and gently got off of the bed. She walked obediently over to Marriko and nodded, though still a little gun shy about jumping in head first as she had done before.

In that instance, Ciara felt both anxious and embarrassed. She realized almost instantly that she had made a mistake, and she felt "like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed..." What had been an outward flow of energy and a sincere desire for connection had become self consciousness and doubt - heralded by that all too common expression of generalized exasperation... The sigh. Her face burned, hot to the touch, as she placed her over-eager hands into her lap and crossed her legs in front of her, her knees up at her throat. She glared at Norman. How could he have let her perform such an embarrassing faux pas? She suddenly felt very... Naked. She gestured toward a simple dress. One in a deep plum with a princess waistline. Truly, it was more out of a need to escape the awkwardness of the moment than anything else.

Ciara literally clung to Marriko when she picked the girl up. Her arms flew around the woman's neck and she buried her face in the woman's shoulder. Her long, black hair didn't bother Ciara, even though it was directly against her face. It smelled of something pleasant, from a time in her history that Ciara could no longer conjure to her conscious mind. As she was carried, along with the bags and her steadfast narwhal companion, to the bedroom, Ciara couldn't help but nuzzle against Marriko. Once they arrived in the bedroom, Ciara was placed on the bed along with the myriad of different colored bags. She couldn't contain her excitement as she bounced a little. She looked up into Marriko's eyes, with a smile that started in her chin and traveled through every inch of her face. It was a smile that could only be described as the embodiment of gratitude, excitement, and carefree fun. "Thank you... Mama" she said, caught up in her excitement, before blushing profusely.

She nodded, a silent promise to Kotei to remember his instructions to her and follow his directions to the letter. She could tell that her unannounced arrival had put their lives into a complete tailspin, and she didn't really know any way to make it better. So, she reasoned, at the very least she could keep from making it worse. She could be good. She could be quiet. She could be easy. She tried with all of her might to convey these feelings in that fleeting hug, before seeing him head out the door and into the blank, white canvas that was the day. She then turned to Marriko, a little unsure of howto proceed. They had shared a tender moment earlier, for which Ciara was eternally grateful. But now it was daytime, and the worries and thoughts that had patiently waited for the sun were now clamoring into their lives, individually and collectively, once more. After a moment of silence, Ciara did the only thing she knew to do. She sat still where he had left her, and chanced a little wave to Marriko.

Her worry was destined, it seemed, to be drowned in a sea of loving affection and gentle care. Somewhere deep within her She knew that things were going to happen - bad things. She was not so naive as to believe that anyone, despite their kind and gentle spirit, could exist in such a world without knowing the bitter sting of tragedy... And loss. But she had been somewhat assuaged for the moment. Her attention on his warmth and softness as he held her. The confident and strong, yet soft and considerate way that he handled her as he hoisted her up and onto his shoulder. It was from this perch that she saw Marriko come in with the armloads of bags. She hoped to look cute. Dignified, but decidedly cute. Watching Marriko, she got the distinct impression that was what she wanted as well.

She finished the bottle as she picked up on a change in Kotei. He was lost in thought, or perhaps planning, or maybe he was sleeping with his eyes open? No, not that last one, but still - he was not mentally there. She wondered at how much stress he must be under, and about how many people Not named Ciara or Norman, or mama counted on him everyday to be something for them. Something that they need. She figured it was a lot, maybe somewhere between a million, and a zillion she figured, always one to estimate conservatively. She reached up and gently traced the very tip of a finger across his lapel pin. It still fascinated her, for some unknown reason. It was probably the power abdl stature contained within the pin itself that caught her eye. Also, it was pretty.

While she may be completely and totally ignorant of the life that Daddy and Mama live, it was, at least, Socratic ignorance. She knew enough to know that she didn't know. She understood enough to realize that she didn't and couldn't fully understand. It all seemed so counter intuitive to her. Her life had not been easy, and she believed that she was pretty adept at spotting the bad guys. These two, whatever else they may be, were not that. They were kind and gentle, even unto the breaking of their serenity auth the arrival of this, for lack of a better word, doorstep baby. She opened her mouth and accepted the bottle this time, though her disposition still clearly conveyed how nervous she actually was.

She turned away from the bottle once more, needing him to hear her. She reached up and touched his cheeks, speaking slowly and plainly, and add maturely as she could manage. "Bad men out there. Hurt daddy! Hurry Ciara! Hurt Mama! You stay here. We'll go to the zoo!" Anything, she figured, to keep him from being out where people could hurt him. Anything, she reasoned, to keep him close enough that he could protect she and Marriko. She was grasping at straws, but she didn't care. His talks have Now frightened her to the extreme. And this is the result.

She listened, dutifully, as she heard that she would be spending the day without him. Honestly, had it been under the care of anybody but Marriko, she knew she would've had a complete meltdown. However, she secretly longed for a relationship with Mama, and was glad to get a day with her - even if it was a conciliation prize. She wondered what they would do and what the day would be like with Mama. Should she call her Mama? Probably not. Not yet. What should she call her? She instantly felt woefully unprepared. But as she took her baba and looked around the warm home, she figured that she wouldn't be able to mess up too badly, right? As she took the baba, her eyes never left his. Even when her lids got heavy, they stayed locked on his the entire time. Then another thought crept into her head. Was she in real danger? She felt safe in the house, but it just dawned on her that with everything he told her yesterday, she might be in very real danger here. Realizing this, she grabbed his arm and moved away from the nipple. "You can't go today!"

Her shock was visible, as easily read on her face as her mouth hung open. Had that really worked? Would shebe getting new toys simply by bring sweet and asking for them? During her life of drifting she had heard it said on more than one occasion that a person had "princess complex" or that they were "a princess in rags". Is this what it meant to be a princess? Not qualified, not a princess with 'x', but just a princess? She certainly felt like one as Daddy carried her downstairs and placed her at the table. Her Japanese was horrendous. Period. But she could tell by his body language that Daddys conversation with the chef was about her. As the rice pudding hit her tongue she giggled excitedly. She could've sworn that she had never tasted anything on this planet as delicious... As she once had beignets! She greedily consumed the rice pudding before turning to Daddy and asking sweetly "What are we doing today?" It was an innocent enough question, but the look on her face showed that anything other than a magical day in Japan with daddy would be quite unacceptable.

There was something incredibly comforting in the way that they discussed her; like she wasn't sitting right there. They were the adults, and they would decide the best course of action where she was concerned. She only hoped that Marriko would find her something uber-cute for her first real day in Japan. Somehow, she got the distinct impression that while she might look cute, it would be a byproduct of dressing her in a proper and respectable fashion. It would not be cuteness just for cuteness sake. She turned her attention back to Kotei, as immediately found her giggles again. The way in which he poured his emotions into her made her smile, warmly and genuinely. She could honestly say that she was super excited for her first big day. As Marriko made to leave, Ciara tried something she had often heard about, but was unsure whether it worked or not. She looked at Kotei with big doe eyes and, cuddling Normanunder get chin squeaked out a question in a solitary word. "Toy?"

The changing was once again an experience of tenderness and care, something that was ensuring Kotei would forever have a place in her heart. As he finished, and played with her, she smiled broadly and earnestly. The affection he had was written all over his face as he toyed with her playfully. When he lifted her up into his arms, she smiled again and let forth a little squeal of delight before suddenly and absolutely wrapping her arms around her Daddy's neck. Her intent was to never let him go, as indeed, he would just have to get used to her hanging from his neck all the time. Then he asked for clothes. Truthfully, the only thing she owned was what she arrived in. So, begrudgingly pulling back, she pouted as shook her head "no" before mumbling "No other clothes..."

She watched both of them - carefully. They were clearly trying to adjust to having her in their lives, and were doing so admirably. While it seemed easier for Kotei, she had the feeling that winning Marriko over would be incredibly rewarding. As she was laid on the makeshift changing station, she readied herself for another diapering. Only, this time, she reached over and held tightly to Marriko's hand. Her eyes darted back and forth between them, and Daddy would always get a warm smile. However she clung tightly to Marriko, feeling a bond with her that was in its, no pun intended, infancy - as was worth fostering. She smiled over at Norman, who of course agreed whole heartedly.