"It sounds as if you are well-travelled. What brings you to our little town?"
"I must confess, I didn't even know your town was here until a week ago," I say with a shrug. "I'm a mapmaker. And a chronicler of sorts. Collecting stories. Writing a new history, or at least part of one."
I study the young woman who has now fully emerged and is waiting beside the proprietor. His daughter? She doesn't have his look, though. A strange one, and no mistake. Gangly and gawky as a foal, but it's not that that catches my attention.
The eyes. Something about the eyes.
"How do you do?" I bow my head briefly and solemnly in greeting. I've never felt entirely comfortable around children, so I usually settle on treating them the same way as anyone else.
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Date: 2012-01-19 02:06 am (UTC)"I must confess, I didn't even know your town was here until a week ago," I say with a shrug. "I'm a mapmaker. And a chronicler of sorts. Collecting stories. Writing a new history, or at least part of one."
I study the young woman who has now fully emerged and is waiting beside the proprietor. His daughter? She doesn't have his look, though. A strange one, and no mistake. Gangly and gawky as a foal, but it's not that that catches my attention.
The eyes. Something about the eyes.
"How do you do?" I bow my head briefly and solemnly in greeting. I've never felt entirely comfortable around children, so I usually settle on treating them the same way as anyone else.