Marie couldn’t quite help but to laugh at that. A fan of music. It was strange being somewhere no one would really recognize her. She supposed it was a good thing, though. It’d been a while since she could really meet someone organically. She had become such a large sensation in France that it had become difficult to even walk the streets alone. Especially after… Well, she preferred not to think about that.
She wondered, idly if she should even tell this girl just exactly who she was back home. But the thought occurred to her that someone here might recognize her, and being caught in a lie is never without pain on someone’s end. And she was not in the business of causing unnecessary pain, or lying about who she was, really.
“Actually, I am a… recording artiste; back home I… I sing quite often. My latest performance was on The Seine, it was quite exhilarating.”
She tried hard to sound as if she wasn’t bragging. While it was true she had become quite well-known in France, she still tried very hard to remain humble.
Following Honey through the castle, Marie remarked at how beautiful it all was; how it never seemed to end. Learning about the other blonde certainly gave her a sense of what to expect here. She hadn’t been sure of exactly what she’d find in a place like this that drew people from all over, but she certainly hadn’t thought she’d learn of places she’d never even heard of before.
“Oui, I agree! Nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition. You said you were from, ah, San Fran-so-kyo - oui? Where is this?”
Honey wasn’t entirely sure why Marie had laughed at her query, but her smile remained in place, though it’s curve lessened somewhat in her puzzlement. At the bomb was dropped, the penny fell along with it, and her smile broadened once more, glad for the enlightenment. Oh, that did make a lot more sense!
“Oh, I see! I’m sorry, I haven’t heard of you before, most of my music taste rests in the Spanish, Japanese and American artists - I haven’t broadened my search further than that, really.” A pause. “Well, I’ve heard a few songs, actually. Can’t remember the artist’s name, though.”
She had many favourite Spanish artists, El Puma, for instance, and many Japanese idols whom she admired, but she had to admit, she was a little surprised that a musical artist was in a place like this. Then again, some might think it was unusual for a chemist slash fashion designer to be in this place. It was all a matter of perspective.
Her fingers gently trailed against the smooth marble that decorated the hallway walls, bouncing up and over pillars as she passed.
“Oh, San Fransokyo? It’s a beautiful city right here in America! It’s one of the biggest technological hubs of the world, right after Tokyo in Japan, and it has the best robotics institution in the world. I’ve lived there my entire life, and I couldn’t really imagine living anywhere else..”
Honey thought of her friends, her fingers curling tightly around her purse a little tighter.
“I’ve visted other places, of course, most of my family live in Columbia, so I visit them a lot, but, San Fransokyo is my home. It’s a big city, it’s lit up at night, full of neon and chrome, but at the San Fransokyo Institute of Tech, where I go to school, it has the most beautiful gardens. They brought Sakura blossom trees over from Japan and they bloom in the spring and it’s just a rain of pink petals everywhere. It’s magical.”
