She is fluffy and round and would be quite cute, if only she weren’t so unsettlingly upset all the time.
Agatha can be upset with anything. The tiniest little glitch in her plan and she starts emitting complaints in a high pitch voice or a low hum depending on which will agitate the girl more.
Agatha also likes to be wide awake in the middle of the night, telling the girl about all the wonderful people she met. On such occasions she is, in fact, less grumpy. Like tonight.
She squats on the girl’s left shoulder, because she says that one is a little broader than the other, which makes it impossible for the girl to brush her off it. Also the girl assumes, that broader means generally more comfortable. So Agatha sits there and talks like a tapeworm.
She goes on about all the work she’s been doing. Lately she is very much into building castles out of sugar. Now that she refrains from having any kind of sugar in her diet, she needs to find another good use for the crystals. Or so she says. The girl doesn’t really get it, but she is, as always listening. She inquires why Agatha would want to build sugar castles and how big they are.
“Not big,” Agatha answers. “The real value lies in the details.” Wall carvings, pillars, frosted window panes and the sort." Apparently she met quite a few crazy elves during her tour through Iceland, and they have each put down their name for a sugar castle.
The girl points out that it might not be the best idea to have structures made of sugar in the Icelandic climate, but Agatha is stubborn. When she decides she doesn’t want to hear her, she does not. Instead she moves on to the next topic. Mind you, it is almost 3 a.m. in the morning and there is no sleeping for the girl when Agatha is so very wide awake.
Apparently Agatha met someone. The girl can’t help but inquire if that someone is as fluffy and as round as she is. “Of course,” Agatha confirms. “Just more fluff.” The girl wonders how that’s even possible.
The thing is with creatures like Agatha and her acquaintance, all they really have is their heart and they are much too gullible at times.
The girl tried to reason with Agatha in the past, implored her to stop thinking about something or someone. It’s bad enough the girl does it so much. But in the end all she can do for Agatha tonight is listen.
Oddly enough Agatha seems quite composed. Apparently the fluffy acquaintance and her self cannot be together right now. And she says, she does not dare to think about what-ifs. Although who in their right mind does not think about the ‘what ifs’?
Recent events with another someone (the one before that, less fluffy) seem to have strengthened Agatha’s feelings’ footing more so than expected. So she says it’s okay if the current, more recent fluffy, and her were not to cross paths again.
Agatha is very sincere when she says this. And the girl wants to believe her. She matches Agatha’s gaze as best she can, with her sitting there on the girl’s shoulder, and she nods. Agatha smiles and suddenly goes really quiet.
The girl realises, that she wants them both to be happy. So it is okay for her, too, that what she said is only half the truth.