<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridgett’s Room - her home<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wakana Hana<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bridgette converses with Hana as she nibbles at the appetizers.<br/><hr/>There was something nice about being together with someone who was still learning English. Bridgette felt like she could relate to a lot of the problems that Hana was having with language. She could hear the missing syntax, and the confused terms. But, she didn’t bother to correct them, she knew what Hana was trying to say. It had taken a long time for Brigette to learn, ‘it doesn’t matter what is actually spoke, the intention is all that counts.’ Most people didn’t say what was really on their mind. Language was too slippery for that, and the human experience was too expansive to get it right all of time.<br/><br/>So, the native French woman was at ease, peaceful, and welcoming to the errors and the beautiful moments when she was absolutely correct.<br/><strong><br/>“Oui, eht’s antastih…”</strong>That was not language of any kind, she was still chewing. Bridgette covered her mouth embarrassed. She enjoyed the tempura as she worked it down with her busy mouth. Once she swallowed, she spoke behind her hand,<strong>“It is fantastic!”</strong>She glowed with some kind of pride,<strong> “Oiu, if only I knew how to cook like zis when I was youngehr”</strong>Bridgette would likely never get her ‘R’s right, ever.<br/><br/>When Hana offered to cook her more, she nodded while waving her hands back and forth.<strong>“Yes, and no!” </strong>She laughed openly, and went for another tempura. Bridgette took a while to enjoy this piece, closing her eyes and humming with delight. She swallowed again and explained herself,<strong>“Do not feel like you must cook for me.”</strong>She waved at Hana lovingly laying her hands on the girls knees, to show her friendly affection,<strong>“But, if you enjoy cooking them, I will eat them all up.”</strong><br/><br/>As Hana shifted in the conversation with her toward more serious matters, Bridgette reached for some cheese and nibbled at it carefully. It didn’t necessarily go with the food that Hana had brought, but it was close enough to enjoy them both in the same sitting.<br/><br/>She shifted in her seat a bit, and decided to put on a small display.<strong>“I used to be scary.”</strong>She put it plainly first.<strong>“See, I used to make myself look different to scare ozhehr people away. I did not like people very much at all.”</strong>She was leading to her display,<strong>“I can change myself, watch.”</strong>Bridgette had found an easy way to show off her power without scaring anyone that she was trying to show.<br/><br/><strong>“See, my arm. It is just an arm.”</strong>Bridgette lifted her mostly human arm in front of her and pointed to it.<strong>“Watch carefully. It is weird, but it does not hurt me.” </strong>Bridgette watched her own arm. Slowly, all of the faint hairs on her arm turned into feathers, and they grew in length. Her arm was covered in feathers between her wrist and her elbow. She moved her arm through the air a few times to show that it was no trick.<strong>“I can do zhat everhywherhe, and much more. I can have a beak, or red eyes. Or!”</strong>She paused, and a flower came from the side of her head, made from a single strand of her dark brunette hair.<br/><strong><br/>“I have learned to enjoy people, and I am not scary anymore. I am nice.”</strong>The flower on her head  was a dark red rose. Bridgette reached up and plucked it. She offered it to Hana. It was alive, and real. The flower might as well have come from a garden.<br/><strong><br/>“You can keep zhat.”</strong>She offered a smile and continued to nibble on cheese.