Chapter 13: The Banshee (6)
“Ah… ahhh…”
The infant turned her body in the banshee’s arms, gazing longingly toward the stone platform, waving her arms as if wanting to go over.
Getting the sea banshee to understand her intention was no easy task.
After trying three different positions in succession, each time being misunderstood as a sign of hunger and receiving several rounds of milk, on the fourth attempt, Everly added “mama” before the interjection she was using and shifted her gaze repeatedly between the banshee and the stone platform. This time, she finally succeeded in conveying that the little baby wanted to go to the stone platform.
“%#￥…”
The sea banshee lowered her head and rubbed Everly’s forehead. With a flick of her long tail, she swept aside the scattered bones on the ground, carried the infant to the stone platform, and—hesitating slightly under the baby’s eager gestures—placed her down.
The moment Everly’s hands left her, the empty feeling in the banshee’s arms made her anxious. She called out, “Ah ah!” her features twisting in distress, instinctively reaching to scoop Everly back into her embrace.
Having witnessed the banshee’s fury the previous day, Everly dared not resist too obviously. When the banshee’s clawed hand reached for her, she did not flinch. Instead, she wriggled her now stronger arms and legs, crawled forward a couple of steps, and deliberately launched herself toward the banshee’s arms—just as the banshee’s hand arrived behind her, she leaned forward, and in one smooth motion, was securely cradled in the banshee’s embrace.
“Gigg-giggle…” Everly looped her arms around the banshee’s neck, summoning all her acting skill, and let out a burst of joyful laughter.