Belle really likes geometry, it’s a special interest of hers.

Draped in a quilt with a small white board is layed out in front of her, magnetic wooden tilings stuck to the white board’s face.

A mushroom tea, and a few edibles deep she sat there on the floor staring beyond the tiles into the ineffable nature of things. Phantasemal colours protruding from flat surfaces in embossed patterns that caught her eye and now refuses to let go.

Breathing. Staring with a non grasping mind, looking into the pattern, noticing relationships within it, hitherto unnoticed symmetries. Eyes drifting over the pattern, either seeing or unfocused. 

And in her mind’s eye she saw triangles occupying the tiling before her, the same space to form layered stars of transparent light.

Such a pretty pattern emanating, super imposing itself from the wooden tiles.
Rocking back and forth, stimming to herself, W sitting, ankles splayed out beside her hips

Head swaying side by side to some unheard rhythm.

Gentle smile playing upon her lips, eyes drifting together, the world seen through thick lashes. Disappearing into the warm dark behind her lids.

Letting herself fall backwards, curling up into her cosy blanky, comfy on the floor :3

~ ~ ~

The air of Belle’s apartment carried the warmth of a sleepy spring afternoon, even though it is winter.

A breeze swirls through the room, even though the window is closed.

The pattern which previously was just kept with in the shelter of Belle’s mind now glows with a shimmering light of many colours.
Hues dancing on the walls and ceiling like the ripples of light seen in underwater shallows.

The breeze twirling into a whirlywind, pastel petals swirling and swaying, playing as they tumble round a tiny tornado. Coalesing as they do, growing to a blurring blend of petals, leaves, shoots and roots.

A whole plant appearing in the middle of the room, stepping out into this side of reality, with all the grace of a Goddess of nature.
Benificent smile on beautiful lips.
“Good day darling.” she announced to the world, before looking around for the cutie with the beautiful soul.

‘Awww’ head tilting to the side in adoration at the scene.

The little one was all snug up wrapped in a blanket on the floor.

Sinking to the ground, stroking the backs of her fingers along soft cheeks.

Bringing little smiles to both their faces. The little one pulling herself deeper into her quilt.

To her nap again.

Poppy settled onto the ground, feeling the geometric sigil of light the little one made, tracing the pattern floating above the tiling pattern magnetised to a metallic board. What a clever petal.

Poppy knew some cuties struggle with hand eye coordination, especially when drunk on the affections of their carers.

Poppy looked into the sigil, seen in her internal eye, rotating the plane of geometry around it’s x axis, the disc of embedded triangles tracing their path. A star of stars, such an interesting form Poppy would never have made if not for pretty pattern, beautiful in its simplicity.

Poppy lifts a finger in front of Belle’s mouth and nose, blowing a ticklish stream of air in the petal’s face, her nose twitching and scrunching like a small fluffy critter <3

Eyes slowly parting, opening to see a strange scene. A complex and gorgeous star ball of glowing hues floating before the dozy woman, pyramid arms made from arching light.

Even stranger to the girl, behind the ball of geometry sits the most beautiful woman Belle has ever seen.

Gazing on her with kindly loving eyes.

Tracing a path through the bright green shoots and leaves of her braided hair adorned with pale violets.

The Goddess fully comfortable, letting the little one drink in her form with the cutest adoring expression.

The shy little darling isn’t brave enough do openly drink in Poppy’s body, the Flora luxuriating under the sweetheart’s attention. Posing her thighs under the pet’s eyes, tracing swirling fingertips on the outside of her thighs, triggering the little one’s mirror neurons, putting thoughts of affectionate intimacy in her mind.

‘Awww, she’s rubbing her feet together :3 self stimulating’

“Hello little one, I hope you had a lovely nap.” the Goddess of flowers and vines half sang.

Sitting upright “Who are you, what are you?”

“My name is Poppy, and I am from a family of flora called Affini.”

The little one seems a bit blank.

“I’m very pleased to meet you, sweetheart.”

Still no response, she must have drifted off or gone into shock, poor petal.

Poppy starts giving headpats to the little darling, who rouses with a start.

Freezing under her touch, the little flower.

‘She’s a freezer when stressed.. Good, these ones are easy to tame <3’

Poppy takes some liberties, scootching herself beside the flower, for more contact.

‘I wonder what her name is’

Cooing as Poppy held the girl. “Such a pretty little petal, you’re such a lovely girl.”
The little one was slowly relaxing in Poppy’s arms, the tension and stress of a new person in her space was fading away under her expert ministrations.

“hey~hey~heyy~hey~hello”
“Welcome back darling!” Poppy beamed at the top of the girl’s head pressed against the Affini’s chest.

“umm um uhh . hello”
“Hello little one”
“Who are you?”

With a kind smile that the girl can not see, not brave enough for eye contact. “My name is Poppy, little one, I am a highly skilled mage. I felt your pretty little spell in the aether and knew I just had to meet the one that made it. Your spell called to me, and I came.”
“Magic’s not real, tho” the little one replied.
Earning a chuckle from the flora.
“Magic is real, petal, and you are a budding mageling.”

Poppy lift’s the girl’s chin with a finger to look up into the Affini’s face.
“And I’m going to be your Teacher.”

Belle stared up into Poppy, noticing all the details of her sculpted form, as if a Goddess not bound to the random whims of biology, but rather coming from a more perfect realm.
Pride and self satisfaction came over Poppy, what a precious little seed.

Belle doesn’t know how long she was dazed staring up at Poppy, eyelids fluttering as she tried to come back to herself. “Magic teacher”
“Yes petal, magic Teacher.”
“Poppy..” Belle cautiously felt out with her voice. “What magic can you do?”
“Things you can’t imagine or even begin to understand.” Conjuring a gold bracelet woven in a repeating weave. “Can I give you this, petal?”
“Umm, sure. If it’s not too much.”

Her eyes took on a possessive gleam, sliding the bracelet over Belle’s wrist. “There’s nothing too much for me to do for you. Little one, you’re are valuable beyond your comprehension.”
Belle blushes, eyes down cast at the compliment.
“Thanks Poppy”
“Now little one, can I have your name?”
“Yeah, it’s Belle Elsie King.”
With a cheeky smile “Since I have your name, I say” her eyes glowing whitish green and gold “your Name is Belle Elsie Siline.”

Poppy’s voice took on an aetherial property, the weight of her words was felt throughout Belle Elsie Siline’s body. Her voice shaking “whh what di d you do to me?”

“you gave Me your name, so I took it and made it Mine.”
Poppy stands up, looming over the floor bound Belle “My name is Popillon Siline, Third Bloom.”
She reaches down, taking Belle’s chin, directing her to look up. “You may call me Poppy, Teacher, or Mistress.”

The little one has a sharp intake of breath.
“Mistress?..”
“Yes, darling.” Voice luxuriating over the pet name. “Isn’t that what female instructors are called?”
The little one nods, big brown eyes that could easily beg Poppy for near anything she wants.
Her core thrumming, unable to stop the goofy adoring smile.
“You will call me Poppy, Teacher, Miss, or Mistress.”
Belle nods and nods and nods.
Needing Poppy to still her head from bobbing.

“Now, little one. As my student, you are going to come live with me.”
Poppy claps her hands twice. “Stand up.”
Belle rises to her feet.
Go pack the things you will be bringing with you.

nodnodnodnod

Belle wanders off, picking up her big old school bag, stuffing it with her favourite clothes, some undies, black thick bamboo socks sold exclusively at every sunday market, the ¾ classical guitar Belle has had since she was a kid, her highly annotated chord dictionary, some books on geometry and architectural ornament.

Her laptop, switch, and a big epic comic book written by Hayao Miyazaki.
Ohh! And her soccer ball. And art books and blankets, and her really nice foam pillows.
Belle carried her bag and guitar over to the lounge, Poppy was going through the kitchen cupboards, looking through her fridge.

‘She’s so controlling..’ Belle thought, going back and lugging the pillows and books over, for some reason she found it difficult to be upset with Poppy.

“It’s a good thing I came when I did, all you have is ready meals, no fruit or vegetables other than a very sad looking zucchini.”

“I hadd fruitt, but I ran out and it was too much to go to the shopss.”

Poppy’s leaves droop a little.

“You poor thing...” Poppy walks over to Belle encompassing her in an embrace, stroking her hair with one hand, and rubbing her back with the other.
“You poor, poor thing. Trying to get by by yourself”
“It wasn’t that bad!” Belle squeeked
“You poor little darling, struggling to feed yourself. Were you cooking your own meals?”
“Noo” she confessed.
“Well, I’m going to fix that, you are going to have proper home cooked meals from now on, and lots of fresh fruit and vegetables.” Poppy promised to the increasingly embarrassed girl.
“O-okay, if you insist.”
“Good girl” Poppy cooed, giving the little one extra love and attention with her petting, feeling very proud of Belle for willingly relinquishing herself to Poppy, her caretaker and authority figure.

Belle, after a time, instead of just standing there during the hug, she began to try to wrap her arms around Poppy, her hands couldn’t touch each other around Poppy’s back.
‘Belle is doing fantastically, very quickly getting used to our relationship, even though she doesn’t quite know what’s happening.’

After a good two minutes of cuddling Poppy peeled the little one out of the hug, “Darling Belle, have you packed everything?”
She sands there dazed for a moment, before the words click in her mind “ohh, umm, I’ll check.”
Belle goes off again into her bedroom “Oooh! I almost forgot!”
Coming back to the living room holding a big blue cuddly soft toy with fins, and a littler fluffier one with arms and legs. “I nearly forgot Blahaj and Ted”
Smiling at the girl “I’m glad you remembered”
Poppy was thinking it’s excellent that Belle seeks out comfort and cuddles herself, she is less likely to resist our bonding.

“Now, little one.”
Taking an authoritative tone “Let’s go through what we are taking with us.”

Poppy goes to her pile of things, opening her old school backpack.

Taking out each item, one by one

Folding them, placing the clothes in a taking pile, or placing them in the leaving behind pile.

Holding each item up to the little petal, checking whether the clothes suit the little one.

She keeps the clothes with soft colours, those hues look friendly and nice :3

She finds a pair of light blue jeans with holes in their knees, the poor darling, her legs must get so chilly like that.

"I'm sorry darling, I'm sorry that your pants had holes in them."

She casts a cantrip to mend them.

"But they are meant to have holes in them!" Belle whined.

Poppy pets her head, "Don't be silly, little one"

She holds up the jeans "Look! Good as new!"

...

"They were new.." Belle pouted.

The jeans were folded and put in the taking pile.

"Little one, I don't like this jacket." Holding the puffy jacket up to Belle. "It's too dark, it doesn't suit your style."

"Yes it does! Black goes with everything!"

An inquisitive green eyebrow raises. "It doesn't suit your new style." Poppy replies.

"But I like it!"

"No buts" Poppy stated firmly. "I am your Teacher, your instructor in the mysteries of the universe. For your own safety I need obedience from you, because there are dangers that you don't understand."

"Dangers in wearing a black jacket?"

"Think about this as an early step in you learning to follow my wishes, even if you don't understand my reasons."

The unspoken reasons were that Poppy was fantasising about dressing Belle up in adorable outfits, and while the jacket was nice, it certainly wasn't adorable.

"Okaaay.."

"Good girl!" Poppy cooed, stroking her lovely soft light brown hair.

Belle was very good at accepting affectionate touch, quite non resistant, poutily compliant.

Soon enough, all the clothes were sorted, and the taking pile had shrunk quite a bit.

"Now.. Your little machines of light and electricity."

"My laptop and switch?"

"Sure. 

Little one, you won't be needing them, you will have plenty of stimulation, enrichment and fun without these toys."

Belle interjected, "But!!"- a vine pressed itself against her lips, "I know you have trouble self regulating your behaviour, and these toys have a lot of energetic imprints of your procrastination and wilful distraction on these toys."

"but.."- "No buts."

"What about all the art I made on my laptop?"

"Hmm.." a vine touched Poppy's cheek as she wore a contemplative expression.

"Here's a solution!"

Poppy holds her hand out above the laptop, her leaves and flowers standing on end as if charged with electricity.

And from the laptop towards her hand flowed spectral images of light, Belle stared deeply into the light, seeing the art she’d made, noticing a familiar grey blue colour of a social media app she used, looking closer she saw all the embarassing things she privately admitted to her friends about the specific ways she is submissive, the dumb teasing jokes they made together, how they would playfully flirt and bully each other for fun.

Belle tears her eyes away from the stream of flowing messages to look into Poppy's face. 

Her satisfied, knowing smirk.

‘Oh god oh god oh god, she knows everything oh god oh god oh god’

Belle grabs a comfort blanket from the pile thing things, throwing it entirely over herself to hide, feeling so utterly exposed.

Sheltering from the embarrassment. 

Belle hid under the blanket, unable to be seen, not having to look at Poppy.

Poppy, she was enjoying this, entirely enthralled in the cute playfulness her little darling expressed with her cute little friends. And goodness, she made such pretty little geometric pictures, already quite advanced at designing sigil structures, even though Poppy doubted Belle knew that yet.

A pride for the little mageling rose in her core, only further making Poppy glad she came to investigate the simple sigil she felt in the aether. The kind soul that was confusidly emanating its magical energies throughout the void.

Poppy is glad she came first to accept Belle’s unknowing call through the void. There are a lot of dangerous beings who would hunger in their own ways after a cute beginner mageling like Belle.

She needs to be kept. Safe. Kept safe.

Poppy had finished absorbing the last of the information on the electric toy. Thousands of hours of playing games made of light, the skillful, procrastinating little girl. Turning her attention back to the world around her, Poppy looks for petal, spotting her hiding under a blanket.

“Hey little one, are you alright?”

nodnodnodnod
Poppy could feel waves of embarrassment rolling from the girl’s soul.

“Would you like to talk about it?”
shakeshakeshakeshakeshake

“Well,” Poppy stated in a kindly tone “I’ll be right here with you, no matter what.”

nodnodnodnodnod

She slides a bundle of vines beneath the blanket, which the darling petal instantly gasped for comfort.

They sat like that together.

Belle radiating insecurities and embarrassment.
Poppy meditating on loving acceptance, compassion and care. Directing those energies right into the girl, calming the radiating pool of turbulent emotions.

Till the girl’s heart was as still as a pond caressed by a gentle wind rippling the surface.

“I’m going to lift your blanket now, sweetheart.”

nodnodnodnodnod

Gently Poppy takes the edge of her blanket, peeling it up away from the girl, seeing a comfy little smile on her cute little face.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” 

nodnodnodnod

“Good girl” she softly cooed. “Good girl.”

The little one took the initiative, scootching over closer, falling into an embrace, pressing her face against Poppy’s chest, rubbing her face against the Affini’s torso in self soothing affection.

Poppy isn’t sure how long they stayed like this, carding the little one’s hair between her vines.

But she felt the little one’s consciousness start to drift, her awareness slipping away from the waking world. Dreaming soft dreams of beautiful plants, cuddly dreams that made Poppy’s core sing in symphony.
“Come little one” she whispered. Lifting Belle in her vines.
“It’s time to take you home.”