Jewel thieves, old man, and Sikh all straightened as if yanked by the same string. The Hawaiian whistled, and then they all stared at the two small girls standing face to face in the center of the room, like two in a set of life-size international souvenir dolls. On one side, the Russian was milky white, about five feet tall, but teetering in three-inch stiletto black heels. She had the high, long neck and perfect posture of a ballerina, which she was, and she was as slender as a scallion, with a 17-inch waist. Her brown hair was bound in a massive bun, and from it she trailed several lengths of nearly weightless scarlet satin ribbon, which floated and fluttered when she moved. She had wideset, prominent eyes, so pale blue-violet-gray they seemed the color of water, and a tiny heart-shaped face, terminating in a small pointed chin. Her clothes had all been made for her—her flared skirt, her ruffled blouse—and were all black. She looked expensive and fragile, like something you might break. But she was unlikely to break.


The other doll was still a bit grubby from her roll in the dirt, still shiny with sweat. She was tanned by the sun, with a pink flush in her cheek. Her calves were stocky, peasant calves, and the muscles in her forearm bulged from swordwork. Her black hair by now was almost an inch long, and still spiked up roughly from her head, giving her the look of someone prickling with static electricity.In her espadrilles, she was four inches shorter than the other girl, giving the tiny ballerina the rare enjoyment of a height advantage. The brown girl’s canvas pack was slung across her chest, and it yanked her drab, tawdry cotton dress off to the side so her bra strap showed. Two dolls: the ballerina, the farm girl. The room waited for something to happen, and several pairs of hands hovered, out of habit, over the places where their weapons used to be, before they checked them.

“Thank you for returning to me my dart,” said Victoria, not moving.
“Long time no see,” said Isa.
Then Isa giggled. Then Victoria giggled. Then the two giggled together wildly, so naturally, so happily, you would never know they were trying to laugh away something unlaughable.
quote from I was a Teenage Ninja Pirate
written by tbone.
photo:wikipedia

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