The district-- no, the entire town is busier than ever, especially since the glaives have finally managed to collect an abundance of meteor shards from their recent assignments. With energy flowing through the power lines in between various stations throughout the land, life and light seemed to have filled Lestallum once more-- it’s almost easy to forget that beyond the blinding brightness provided by the floodlights overhead is an eternal darkness which brings nothing but dread and danger.
Everyone’s trying so hard to adapt, though. To get used to every drastic change going on around them, to deal with the continuous struggles they’re handed. Some have gotten used to it all, it seems. All this tragedy and suffering. Or at least they’re doing a swell job of putting up a front, of looking like they’re managing incredibly well despite the shit they’re going through. Iris, however, can’t tell if she’s one of those people just yet...
From behind her clothing stand she gazes at passers-by in silence, completely unaware of the scowl etched onto her face her neutral look at this point, only for a forced smile to appear whenever someone approaches her and her wares. Sure, she’s tired and sad and troubled with anxious thoughts nearly every waking hour but there’s no need to share those with strangers, y’know? She still tries her best to look positive and cheerful in hopes of spreading it to others.
Today though, her visitors oddly familiar presence leaves Iris’ brows furrowed and her lips in a tight line when she goes for a greeting. “Mornin’. Somethin’ I can help you with...?” Surely we’ve met, the girl wants to say...
