Somber breeze {Amber&Angela}
[Listening to her story, Angela felt a mix of both pride and sadness. At least she had memories of her parents, this girl was probably an orphan who never knew how much her parents loved her, and yet she was so positive and bright.]
Yes, you’re right.. That’s actually very mature of you. You have a good head on your shoulders Young Lady~
[Finally turning her attention back to the girl, she felt her body jolt forward as the little girl tugged her along. While she didn’t mind being touched, she was surprised this child was so trusting of others and made a mental note to remind her caretaker to instruct her to be more discerning]
Well, um, thank you but – perhaps is best if we walk a bit slower? You can still hold my hand if it makes you feel better. You can call me Angela, alright?
“Mature!?”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement. Not only was this the first time someone had called her such a thing but it didn’t even follow the word ‘not’. A good example would be: ‘not very mature’ or ‘not mature at all’. This in itself was an accomplishment for the girl.
“You really think so?!”
Amber heard the request to walk a bit slower and turned down the pace. She nodded, keeping a firm grip on her hand.
“Okay! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angela!”
She grinned, continuing forward.
“Oh! I’m Amber, hehe~ I’ve only been living here currently for a little while. It was a lot different looking before. But, I’ve basically memorized the entire map now!”
