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Sorry 'bout delays, was eating.
"My name? I don't remember...."
"You don't?" The giant named Wriggle looks surprised, even the insects drifting around her seem to change how they fly as she raises her eyebrows at you.
"Could I ask you to lower your voice please?" You say timidly. "It's awful loud..."
"Huh? Oh, well how about this?"
Shifting from where she sits, Wriggle lays on her stomach and reaches out to you with her hands held open, the cloud of bugs following her as she does.
She says gently, cautiously you step into those outstretched hands and she brings you closer to her face, a big smile welcomes you as she does.
"B-be careful! I'm all dirty now, I don't want to make you dirty as well...."
"It's alright, I won't mind. Here!"
Balancing you in one hand the giant reaches into a pocket with the other and produces a small handkerchief, working gently she begins to rub the mess from your clothes and hair.
"Is this better?" She says, much more softly now. "Not too loud?"
"It's m-much better thank you."
Oh dear, you're such a wet blanket. Already you feel tears of gratitude welling up inside you as she wipes the muck from your face, you wish you weren't so easily driven to crying. Wriggle seems oblivious to your turmoil as you screw up your courage to fend off another wave, that or she politely ignores it.
"So, what's this about not knowing your name?"
"I." It sounds very strained when you talk so you swallow and try again. "I know I have one, my mother gave it to me. I just don't remember what it is..."
"Is that so~?"
Downcast you flop yourself heavily onto Wriggle's big hand, even though you feel a little better about things now you've met Wriggle it doesn't change the fact you don't know what your name is or where your mother is. Content to let Wriggle finish cleaning you up in silence you close your eyes and try to picture your mother's face, you're sure she's very pretty but you can't exactly remember her features. In fact you're having a very hard time remembering anything at all from before the time you were woken up by those girls from before, there are memories from before that but they're hazy. Nothing specific comes to mind, just vague sensations and feelings of a happier time.
No! You're not going to cry again, you'll have no more tears left if you carry on like this.
"There, all done!"
Opening your eyes once more you see Wriggle tucking the now muddy hankie back into her pocket, with no regard for how it might sully her clothes. Wriggle regards you with a pleasant look on her face, she's a nice person for a giant you think.
"Miss Wriggle?" You begin.
"Hmm?" She buzzes in response, the breath from her nose jostling your hair.
"Will, will you help me find my mother?"
She goes quiet and sets you down on the cool metallic surface of the upturned stove, crosses her legs and looks pensive for a while, considering your request. Feeling more tiny than ever at her massive feet you huddle your shoulders together and try to stop your knees from rattling again. All around her head the insects dart to and fro in a complex dance, there's so many of them you're surprised they don't crash into each other but each one orbits without so much as glancing into another. Time passes, you're not sure how much but it feels like it's been a very long time to you.
Still she hasn't said anything, maybe she's trying to think of a nice way to say no? You can hardly blame her if she does, she's got no reason to help out a lost little doll like you after all. Maybe even if she says no she'll let you stay with her for a while, as you look for mother...
"I'll gladly help!"
Out of no where she suddenly booms her support, just like that! Just when you thought she wasn't going to help you she says she will! Oh Wriggle, you're the best! Is what you try to say but your voice catches in your throat, you're so grateful. Unable to say anything you settle for dashing up to her over sized foot and wrapping your arms around it,laughing she picks you up again and brings you close to her face once again. You hug her long fingers instead.
"I was thinking, I have a friend in a field of flowers far away from here. She knows someone who might be able to help you out, Yuuka says her friend knows a lot about dolls."
"W-wriggle's the best!"
You finally manage to say it, sheepishly Wriggle tugs at one of her dangling antenna with a prideful grin.
"We can go there now, if you'd like?"
Enthusiastically you nod.
"Great, in that case: can you fly?"
"Huh?" You frown at the silly giant. "I'm just a doll, how can I fly?"
"Well I thought I was just a firefly but it turned out I was more than just that!"
Puffing out you cheeks you retort.
"But fireflies can fly anyway! It's in the name! Dolls don't fly, unless they're thrown..."
"Well I just assumed because you're like..." Wriggle trails off mid-sentence and holds you up for a close look, peering at your back she finally says.
"That's why! You've not got your wings, all her others had wings after all. Maybe if we got you a pair, you could fly?"
Winking Wriggle sets you back down again and holds up one finger with a knowing sparkle in her eye, could this giant really give you wings? Come to think of it those girls from before had wings and they could fly, although you think their wings would be a bit big on you. You wonder if Wriggle can fly too?
You were so preoccupied with that train of thought that you didn't notice the moth until it was alighting on Wriggle extended finger, it's easily the biggest moth you've ever seen although you're not sure how many you have seen when it comes down to it. Whatever the case you're fascinated by it with it's fat little body, shimmering eyes that seem to catch everything at once and fluffy antenna that twitch and stroke Wriggle's in some kind of silent communication. What gets your attention most of all though are it's wings, easily they're as broad as you are tall, like two shabby bits of grayish purple cloth they beat the air slowly. Putting her finger to the ground the moth trundles off and creeps towards you, waving it's fluffy antenna at you.
"My friend here says you can have his wings, I know they're not as colorful as a butterfly's but they'll do the job!"
"Oh no! I couldn't possibly accept, if I took his wings he wouldn't be able to fly!"
As if he could understand what you're saying the moth wriggles he way closer and begins to stroke your face with his antenna, close up you can see his wings are very frayed around the edges and those sparkling eyes look tired for some reason.
"He's already had his babies and he's near the end of his life now, moths don't live for very long you see." Translating Wriggle indicates the pitted edges on Mr Moth's wings, a sad note in her voice.
"He said he was always proud of how big his wings were though and he wants you to have them, so they won't die when he does."
"That's so sad..."
"He says not to be sad, he had a very good life for a moth and all his babies will have his pattern when they grow up so he's ready to pass on. He wants to help you before he goes though."
"Mr Moth, thank you."