risingxtides
Itâs her heart that gets her into most situations, and probably her own melancholy that she canât have a kid herself as well. But sheâs a kind woman, really, so when she sees a young girl, probably 15 or 16, out by herself in the later evening hours, she feels that she has to speak to her. Well, for the girlâs safety.
âExcuse me,â she calmly approaches the girl, holding onto her purse in case she needs a ride, âbut are you with somebody, currently? Itâs getting late and Solias canât be the kindest place during this timeâŚâ
Xion had a tendency to wear a hood, especially when alone. It was a safety measure to a point. Even with a hood up, it was easy to distinguish her girlish figure.Â
She turned suddenly when her shoulder was tapped. It wasnât every day that someone came to call her attention. âHello...â she spoke softly yet caution was in her tone. She had no idea who this woman was. Looking around, Xion checked her surroundings. It was getting late but Xion didnât feel the need to rush home or have a buddy. Slowly ,she shook her head.Â
âIâm not with anyone but Iâve been out late before. Nothing bad has happened to me.â












