//Note: Obligatory apology about my English mistakes. I hope to keep learning >A<
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Year 1571. Like every other morning, Clover had woken up early to help her parents with the store. That was all the 12 cycles old girl seemed to dedicate her time to, and despite how helpful she’d been, her parents had been worried about her alarming lack of friends. It wasn’t normal, not even healthy for a girl her age to spend all her time taking care of adult business, instead of playing outside with other children.
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“Clover, you should start doing the things other girls do,†her father had said one day. “Wouldn’t you like to have friends you could play with?â€
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“...What for?†was Clover’s reply after an almost offending moment of silence, keeping the serious expression she usually sported.
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Sometimes, her father had thought that perhaps she was too mature for her age. Other times, more so lately, he pondered on how maybe she’d just grown into a very clumsy, very awkward human being. Perhaps it was his fault; he should have encouraged her to play more when she was younger, instead of using all the help they could get to get their store running during difficult times.
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That morning, a morning like any other, some familiar customers rang the bell. It was Clover’s mother who answered it, displaying a very bright smile when she recognized who it was.
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“Good morning, Mr. Black!†She greeted the man, inviting him in. Clover bowed respectfully from her position beside the counter, albeit she still forgot something important. “Clover, smile...† her father reminded her in a whisper, keeping a friendly expression as he looked at their customer. It was then that a petite figure caught both his and his wife's eyes.
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“Oh, you must be Alana!†Clover’s mother asked, smiling sweetly at her. Upon hearing that name, Clover’s eyes darted to the blonde girl. She’d been informed of the Blacks’ daughter, a girl around her age she was supposed to talk to if the chance ever arose. Now that the time had come, however, she was unsure of how to proceed...
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She stood there for a moment, tense and motionless like a troubled sculpture. Her father looked at her sideways with expectation.
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Year 1571. Like every other morning, Clover had woken up early to help her parents with the store. That was all the 12 cycles old girl seemed to dedicate her time to, and despite how helpful she’d been, her parents had been worried about her alarming lack of friends. It wasn’t normal, not even healthy for a girl her age to spend all her time taking care of adult business, instead of playing outside with other children.
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“Clover, you should start doing the things other girls do,†her father had said one day. “Wouldn’t you like to have friends you could play with?â€
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“...What for?†was Clover’s reply after an almost offending moment of silence, keeping the serious expression she usually sported.
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Sometimes, her father had thought that perhaps she was too mature for her age. Other times, more so lately, he pondered on how maybe she’d just grown into a very clumsy, very awkward human being. Perhaps it was his fault; he should have encouraged her to play more when she was younger, instead of using all the help they could get to get their store running during difficult times.
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That morning, a morning like any other, some familiar customers rang the bell. It was Clover’s mother who answered it, displaying a very bright smile when she recognized who it was.
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“Good morning, Mr. Black!†She greeted the man, inviting him in. Clover bowed respectfully from her position beside the counter, albeit she still forgot something important. “Clover, smile...† her father reminded her in a whisper, keeping a friendly expression as he looked at their customer. It was then that a petite figure caught both his and his wife's eyes.
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“Oh, you must be Alana!†Clover’s mother asked, smiling sweetly at her. Upon hearing that name, Clover’s eyes darted to the blonde girl. She’d been informed of the Blacks’ daughter, a girl around her age she was supposed to talk to if the chance ever arose. Now that the time had come, however, she was unsure of how to proceed...
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She stood there for a moment, tense and motionless like a troubled sculpture. Her father looked at her sideways with expectation.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
