For a second I think she's--I don't know, not smiling exactly, maybe looking less horrified, and she says "I-" and she just folds up on the ground, sitting and lying and covering her face with her hands. I go down on one knee next to her and she's not bleeding and she was walking, so that's at least good, but I have no idea what the hell to do...
"Is everything alright?" and oh thank god, thank you god. Look up to see a guy from--around, I guess, I'm pretty sure I've said hello a time or two but that's it. "No," I say, and like Hux says, problem for one's a project for two, and I feel myself calm down a little, steadying smooth. "No, I don't know her--do you?--and I just saw her coming down Main and asked her what was wrong and she curled up."
I sit down and start tugging off my shoes and socks--shoes are well-worn, is the polite way of saying it, but my socks are decent, thick wool and more at home, and I can damn well handle a walk 'round town and back to the Carnival. The kid is not going down these streets in bare feet, not when she looks this wiped. I am awake enough to avoid sharp stones or broken glass or something. "Honey? Look, you can't go around in bare feet." Christ, she looks like she's been down forty miles of bad road... I don't think she can be from a farm, not one of the ones around here. I don't know. "C'mon, let me get these on you and we'll find you someplace better to lie down than the middle of Main Street, okay?"
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Date: 2009-06-07 03:53 am (UTC)"Is everything alright?" and oh thank god, thank you god. Look up to see a guy from--around, I guess, I'm pretty sure I've said hello a time or two but that's it. "No," I say, and like Hux says, problem for one's a project for two, and I feel myself calm down a little, steadying smooth. "No, I don't know her--do you?--and I just saw her coming down Main and asked her what was wrong and she curled up."
I sit down and start tugging off my shoes and socks--shoes are well-worn, is the polite way of saying it, but my socks are decent, thick wool and more at home, and I can damn well handle a walk 'round town and back to the Carnival. The kid is not going down these streets in bare feet, not when she looks this wiped. I am awake enough to avoid sharp stones or broken glass or something. "Honey? Look, you can't go around in bare feet." Christ, she looks like she's been down forty miles of bad road... I don't think she can be from a farm, not one of the ones around here. I don't know. "C'mon, let me get these on you and we'll find you someplace better to lie down than the middle of Main Street, okay?"