It was early in the morning and there was nothing to do. Aradia found herself exploring Tancho, especially the upper classes that she wasn’t part of. She had no idea why, but to think, one of these classes, she’d have next year.
Aradia found the glasshouse—or at least, it looked like it could be a glasshouse. She had never seen one before, especially on Alternia.
She felt like she had to go inside—because it had to happen. She was motivated to do most of the things she did by this feeling. She did things simply because she felt as if she had to. The girl opened the door, slowly peeking her head inside. Her eyes scanned the floors, the shelves, everything. There wasn’t much too pleasing, but something inside her told her—made her—continue with her journey. Aradia stepped in, closing the door behind her.
Aradia glanced around again. No one. Was this person short, or perhaps, a figment of her imagination?
She looked up. Maybe they were up high, to water the hanging plants.
But there were no hanging plants, but really, a hanging person. No, not dead. Alive.
The girl stared up at him. “Hello.” She finally answered. This may have been the event that was supposed to happen. She smiled, a little excited. Meeting a person like this would definitely be fun, wouldn’t it? It’s not every day you come across someone like this. Well, maybe other trolls from time to time, but never a human.
“Do you attend this school?”
What a stupid question, but she didn’t know what else to say. She awaited his reply with a small smile.
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