those you've pained may carry that still with them (intro)

[bemystory]

Wendla's not sure where she is at first. She remembers being ripped from her mama's arms, remembers the doctor's office and all its scary apparatuses, and—now?

She's in the middle of what appears to be a large Plaza, with people milling about, talking to each other, going about their daily lives.

The teenage girl steps forward towards a stranger, for a moment, about to speak, but she's shy, and thus withdraws, wringing her hands nervously. She's still in her nightgown, with a shawl around her neck that makes her look quite out of place and time—because she is, in a way.

Still, she sees the pamphlets strewn about, telling her about this place, and now she knows she has to say something, to ask something.

So Wendla gathers herself, and asks:

"Excuse me, I'm very hungry. Where can I find something to eat?"

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[tieflingtarot]

The horns, the spaded tail, the red eyes are all likely a bit concerning. Luckily his boots hide the hooves (more because it's more expensive to have boots custom made for his hooves) or she'd likely be even more concerned.

"Wonderful" Molly's smile brightened at the cautious assent, and he sketched a playful little bow. "Mollymauk Tealeaf at your service. Does my new friend have a name?"

[bemystory]

Well, thank goodness Wendla doesn't have to see the hooves, because that would probably make her faint.

"My name is Wendla Bergmann," she says, the "W" being pronounced like a "V", as in all German. "It's nice to meet you."

[tieflingtarot]

"And lovely to meet you as well Miss Bergmann." Straightening, Molly offered her an arm, ever the gentleman. At least in this case, seeing how his new friend seemed somewhat skittish. "You wouldn't by chance be Zemnian would you? Your accent reminds me of a friend of mine's."

If she accepts his offered arm, he'll be happy to lead the way. He's fairly certain of where the little bistro was, having seen it in passing that morning, but well this was the Nexus so there was no guarantee.

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"Zemnian? No, I'm not. I'm just German," she explains, taking his arm and letting him lead her. "I'm from a small town. This is all very new to me."

[tieflingtarot]

"Never heard of German," Molly admitted easily, strolling arm in arm with his new friend, following the way he remembered leading to the bistro. If it wasn't there, surely he could simply follow his nose. "Honestly I'm from a carnival. I know weird, and even still this whole place is pretty weird to me too. Fun too though."

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"It is indeed strange, and I feel a little lost, but I'm glad you've been so kind," Wendla replies. "You've never heard of Germany? It's a country in Europe."

Maybe they don't have Europe where Molly's from, Wendla thinks. There are a lot of questions swirling around in her head right now.

[tieflingtarot]

"To be fair, there's quite a bit I've never heard of even back home," Molly admitted easily, steering them down another street when the smell of fresh baking hits his nose, pleased to spot the little bistro on the corner. "I'll have to ask Caleb later, he'll know more than I do."

The tiefling greets the hostess who comes to seat them when they drift in with a charming smile, and once led to the little two-person table near one of the wide windows, he releases Wendla's hand to in a playfully gallant manner pull her chair out for her.

"Honestly I haven't had a bad thing here yet, so you can't go wrong with whatever you decide on."

[bemystory]

Wendla can't help it—she giggles a little as he pulls out her chair for her. He's so polite! It's much appreciated.

"I can't wait to look at the menu. I'm sure everything's wonderful," she replies.