I had… well i hadn't quite come to terms with my situation but i was getting there. I had spent the last six months freaking out over… well not the smallest things being reborn was a pretty big deal, but that wasn't the point! I need to focus on the here and now and be positive or I'd never pull myself out of the funk I had fallen into. I can finally see properly!
I've discovered several new and interesting things with my (finally) developed eyes! I think I'm living in a mansion! (Manner? Castle? Palace?... Villa?) I haven't exactly been able to get a good look at my new home, but the richly decorated rooms and resplendent halls I have seen are pretty telling. Just think my new family could be noble! The realisation that the grandmotherly women and the teen who would take care of me on an alternating pattern were servants instead of family only added credence to my new theory.
That's not the only thing that i discovered with my newly developed eyes, I can move my ears! In all honesty my new body was quite fascinating! Apparently it was somewhat of an instinctive action that i had been unaware of up to this point. Ears reflect your emotions! How cool is that! Now that I have noticed the ears and how they move i can't not see them. The teen with the cute freckles (i still didn't know anyone's name) (i dub thee Spots) who would occasionally come and tidy up my nursery was the most expressive thus far, her ears would perk up when i made a cute noise, would press flat against her head when she had to change my diaper, and twist this way and that when she was thinking hard about something. It was honestly quite adorable.
I would try to get another glimpse of my own ears to see what they looked like when they moved if my mother had let me near a mirror. She had apparently decided that after my second mental breakdown that mirrors were not conducive to a happy baby. I mean i couldn't quite blame her, the last two times i had seen myself in the mirror i had spent the next few days crying but it was still frustrating. I wanted to get a better look at what I looked like now! Do I have any other new features? Maybe when my new teeth grow they'll be pointed! Sticking my tiny fist in my mouth I felt around for anything new in my gummy mouth.
Nope nothing yet. God I can't wait until i can eat something and not just exist of boob milk, i am soooo excited for that development. I know teething is going to be painful but i can't wait for the taste of something other than milk.
Oh my god I take it back, I take everything back! This is not worth it. Mashed carrots are not worth it. It could never be worth it. I itched and I was in pain and I loathed every traitorous time I had wished for teeth and something to eat other than boob milk. I was in hell. I had to be, there was no other explanation for this gosh darned itch! I was in pain and I wanted to die. Again.
My new teeth weren't even pointed!
I furiously chewed on the bars of my crib in the hopes that applying pressure might help at least a little, it was an awkward position and my neck was starting to crack but I. Did. Not. Care. At this point I would do anything to get rid of this horrid itch.
My new father, A man with a frankly fabulous beard fluttered around my crib uselessly frowning and attempting to cajole me off of my crib bars with words I didn't care to attempt to understand. I spared him a disdainful glare before once again focusing on the crib bars and my own personal torment. I was currently quite resentful of the fact that adults didn't have too teeth and don't remember the whole painful process. It was petty but I was currently ignoring everyone. It was the only thing that restrained my righteous fury. That and the fact that i'm a six month old, but the latter reason is simply a mere inconvenience and not the revenge stopping road block it once was. I could and would make your life miserable. With my new baby lungs, my adult intelligence, and the new knowledge of the adults superior hearing I could hit never heard before pitches of pain.
So I was currently ignoring everyone for their own safety. Except my mother. My mother is a divine angel who has never done anything wrong. Ever… and i was slightly psychologically dependent on her. Only slightly. A smidge. Just a little.
But back to the current situation I was currently ignoring my new father as he ineffectually attempted to cajole me off of the bars of my crib. Pathetic. Hmph, as if I would be moved by his weak mortal pleas.
The door cracked open allowing Spots the cute freckled teen into my nursery. now that i thought about it the sun shining from the windows of my nursery was about in the right position for her to show up. this was not a showcase of any sort of skill in telling time by using the sun or some other sort of fantastical talent along those lines, i had no idea WHAT time it was probably before noon but that was the best i could guess. I had simply been so bored over these last six months practically confined to the same room that I had memorised the schedules of my regular visitors relative to the amount of light shining from my window on sunny days. Yes I was that board. (time wasting electronics how i missed you) spots cheerfully pranced into my room before noticing my father. The poor girl let out a startled squeak before stuttering out apologies and dropping into a clumsy curtsy. Another point to the idea that my new parents are nobles. "I- uh- apologizes my lord! I did not expect you, I will return later to complete my chores." my lord huh? That was practically a confirmation of my earlier theory! "Complete your duties girl." my new father barked, he sounded like a drill sergeant, jeez dude chill. "Of course my lord" she squeaked, jumping to attention to bow once more before scurrying off to tidy up the nonexistent mess in my nursery.
"Now you, stop chewing on the bars of your crib! It is completely inappropriate for a girl of your standing, you have a perfectly good toy to play with!" my father ineffectually blustered, placing the toy in front of me. Really, really? That's what you're going to go with? I'm a baby! A baby with all the knowledge of a reincarnated teenage girl, but still a BABY! So I decided to act like a kid my age would. I spared him the nastiest glare I could with my cute baby pudgy cheeks (ignored spots cooing in the background) and threw the toy back in his face and went back to chewing on the bars of my crib.
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