Next; https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1021805464 Previous; https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1021701282 First; https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1019154141 Fun fact; Ikari's mother was murdered when Ikari was about 3-5 years old. Her memories of her mother are fuzzy, but she never forgot the lullabies her mother sang or the calming perfume her mother wore.
I was practically buzzing in excitement as Father and I went to the park to pick up Ikari. She was there before we were, and had a bag with her. I guessed that the bag probably had clothes and toys in it. It was a big bag, almost as big as Ikari. Ikari sat next to me, and put her bag on the empty seat to her right. After we got dropped off at home, I thought about what we should talk about, but I didn’t have any ideas. She didn't either, so she thought of a game. “What game?” I asked. She smiled, amused. “Do you have any really pretty dresses?” She asked. I nodded. “Good, because we are gonna play knight and princess! I’ll be the knight, and when your dad gets home, he can join us as a villain! For now, we can have imaginary villains and I can show you my cool fighting moves!” She said, doing a spinny kick in the air. After Ikari showed off for a while, I went to my room, chose my most beautiful princess-like dress, and put it on. It was long at the feet, making it easy to trip on, but other than that it was perfect. I went to show Ikari, who gasped, then squealed in joy. “You look so pretty! You’re perfect for this game!” She told me. Then, she had an idea. “I need a brush and a ponytail.” She said. I quickly brought it to her. She told me to sit down, which I did, and then she slowly brushed out my hair, careful not to hurt me, then put my hair in a crown braid. “You look very elegant!” She told me, “You might as well be a real princess!” I felt embarrassed at the praise. I noticed that she was wearing jeans with a belt, and a shirt that had a soldier emblem on it. She probably already planned on playing this game before we picked her up from the park. For a while, we just pretended to be the princess and her knight. I would ask her to bring me something, and then she would rush and bring it to me, or she would pretend to fight imaginary bad guys, like bandits. After a couple of hours, maybe 2 or so, she lit up. “Oh! I forgot to mention your backstory! You are a princess who has grown up alone, isolated with her evil father, the king until a brave knight comes and helps protect you from the evil king!” She said. Now, I felt curious about the story. “Can you tell me more…?” I asked. She smiled big.
