And though the stick didn't really change much; though it wouldn't do much good against anything tougher than a squirrel, it gave her a sense of confidence as they walked. It wasn't that she felt she could take down an ixal or anything, but it felt familiar, walking around with a stick.Â
Her confidence wilted a little bit as the children swarmed her, and she just kept walking, answering their questions as quickly and succinctly as possible. "Um... We're kinda here t'play, maybe. N-Not sure." They barraged her with questions, and she felt a hint of annoyance as she glanced down at them. "M'dress's from m'mum. Why y'gotta ask so many questions?" That annoyance slowly began to creep into her quiet voice. "M'name's Alana 'n' I live out near Bentbranch." She gently prods at one of the children with her stick. "An' can y'give me and m'friend a bit of space, please?"
Without realising it, she'd taken on a few of her brother's mannerisms. He always walked about with an actual spear, though, her father's old weapon, not the branch of a tree. Even so, she was walking a bit straighter; the set of her jaw was just a touch more determined. She'd even gone so far as to call Clover her friend, a minutia that she would no doubt be kicking herself over later that day.
"If y'need t'follow us, y'can, but I don't want y't'trip Miss Blake over."
Her confidence wilted a little bit as the children swarmed her, and she just kept walking, answering their questions as quickly and succinctly as possible. "Um... We're kinda here t'play, maybe. N-Not sure." They barraged her with questions, and she felt a hint of annoyance as she glanced down at them. "M'dress's from m'mum. Why y'gotta ask so many questions?" That annoyance slowly began to creep into her quiet voice. "M'name's Alana 'n' I live out near Bentbranch." She gently prods at one of the children with her stick. "An' can y'give me and m'friend a bit of space, please?"
Without realising it, she'd taken on a few of her brother's mannerisms. He always walked about with an actual spear, though, her father's old weapon, not the branch of a tree. Even so, she was walking a bit straighter; the set of her jaw was just a touch more determined. She'd even gone so far as to call Clover her friend, a minutia that she would no doubt be kicking herself over later that day.
"If y'need t'follow us, y'can, but I don't want y't'trip Miss Blake over."
RP Profile | Characters: Alana Black (Balmung)
