Rosie paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting Tentan. The air today was cool and soothing; dried leaves crackled along the ground, pushed by the wind. Had something gone wrong? Had she her directions been bad? She'd been going too fast, of course she had... No one could understand her when she got to talking that way.
The Torken behind the register raised an eyebrow at her, but he didn't say much. He was a quiet fellow--rather reminescent of her father, actually--but he was looking at her curiously.
She kept switching between her human and Lucain forms. A few onlookers winced as one body melted into the other. Her red-haired, freckled, frizzy human self bounced along for a few paces until her hands fell forward again, and she became a pastel-colored Lucain again. Oh dear... where could he be? Where O where?
She tried to tell herself to calm down, but it didn't seem to be working. Sigh...
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