Thread: Starting Fresh
@foxyasra
Getting to Vesuvia took a plane ride, a car ride, and a bit of a walk. Lyra had everything she needed packed into one ginormous box. Said box was settled into a platform cart. Moving the cart was a bit rough, especially on cobblestone ground, but she was mindful of it.
Her uncle Bảo was the one that was taking her in. She was unbelievably grateful.
“...the shop is something I think you’ll like,” he was explaining. Lyra’s uncle helped her move the cart over the ledge of a sidewalk. “It’s a bit small and cramped, and there’s Asra-”
“Huh?” Lyra asked, blinking at him in confusion.
“Oh! Right,” Bảo winced, rubbing the side of his neck. “I never mentioned him to you. He lives in the shop, the first floor. I live in the apartment just down the street, but I want to make introductions since you’ll be working with him once everything settle down for you. He’s a nice boy; I promise.”
“...how old is he?” Lyra murmured, looking her uncle as if he told her the sky was threaded with gold.
“He’s a little younger than you. Fifteen.”
“Oh!” About a year younger.
“He knows of you.”
“...how much of me does he know?”
“Well-” To sum it up: nothing but good things, Bảo promised. Lyra wasn’t so sure what to think of that, but nonetheless, she followed her uncle to the shop.
Bảo opened up the front door, the little bell tinkling merrily. “Asra! Come meet my niece!” he announced their arrival.
As Lyra crossed the threshold, she spotted who she believed to be Asra.
Immediately, she felt the wind get knocked out of her, her eyes landing upon a shock of white hair, and vibrant, gorgeous, purple eyes.
