All the working? A pang of guilt might have run through a more sensitive girl, but it just made Alana a little curious. Did Clover work harder than her? What sort of work did one need to do to run a store, anyway? She cast a cursory glance about the shop. Well... It was a lot tidier than her house.
Her reverie was about as brief as usual, Alana was never the kind of person able to wonder about too much and walk at the same time. Her eyes on Clover's back, she followed a few steps behind her. That budding curiosity was growing now that the worst was over. Clover and her parents hadn't made fun of her accent; they hadn't told her to take her dirty shoes out of their shop. Clover, while quite, hadn't made fun of her like most children her age were wont to do. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Make sure ye talk to the girl. Her mother's voice rang in her head. Else she'll think ye just mute. Unfortunately, talking was easier said than done, at least in Alana's case. The blonde girl's mouth opened and closed a few times, though no words came. What do you talk about to someone you've just met? As her toes touched the first wooden boards of a bridge, Alana sighed a quiet sigh that the gurgle all but masked. Gurgle?
The river drew Alana's eyes, commanding her attention. Light danced on its surface as it ran beneath and beyond the two girls. She squinted as she leant toward the river's surface, resting her hands on her knees. Her ponytail brushed at her cheek, and she swatted it away absent-mindedly as she searched in vain for fish. They must be sleeping, she concluded.
"Huh?" She glanced up at the other girl when she spoke to her. It was a bit of a surprise, really, and not an entirely welcome one. Some small part of her had hoped that they'd continue the tour in silence. "Um... We live out near Moonspore Grove. Y'know, just a bit out of town." Her voice was quiet, but she felt a sense of something that was like, but not exactly, relief. "So, uh... It's kinda the same. Doesn't matter, though. Y'got any chocobos 'round here?" she asked with a subdued note of hope in her voice.
Her reverie was about as brief as usual, Alana was never the kind of person able to wonder about too much and walk at the same time. Her eyes on Clover's back, she followed a few steps behind her. That budding curiosity was growing now that the worst was over. Clover and her parents hadn't made fun of her accent; they hadn't told her to take her dirty shoes out of their shop. Clover, while quite, hadn't made fun of her like most children her age were wont to do. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Make sure ye talk to the girl. Her mother's voice rang in her head. Else she'll think ye just mute. Unfortunately, talking was easier said than done, at least in Alana's case. The blonde girl's mouth opened and closed a few times, though no words came. What do you talk about to someone you've just met? As her toes touched the first wooden boards of a bridge, Alana sighed a quiet sigh that the gurgle all but masked. Gurgle?
The river drew Alana's eyes, commanding her attention. Light danced on its surface as it ran beneath and beyond the two girls. She squinted as she leant toward the river's surface, resting her hands on her knees. Her ponytail brushed at her cheek, and she swatted it away absent-mindedly as she searched in vain for fish. They must be sleeping, she concluded.
"Huh?" She glanced up at the other girl when she spoke to her. It was a bit of a surprise, really, and not an entirely welcome one. Some small part of her had hoped that they'd continue the tour in silence. "Um... We live out near Moonspore Grove. Y'know, just a bit out of town." Her voice was quiet, but she felt a sense of something that was like, but not exactly, relief. "So, uh... It's kinda the same. Doesn't matter, though. Y'got any chocobos 'round here?" she asked with a subdued note of hope in her voice.
RP Profile | Characters: Alana Black (Balmung)
