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those you've pained may carry that still with them (intro)
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?"
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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"Perhaps some banana or pumpkin bread for starters?" She asks pulling them out as she gets to her feet and offering them to the girl before pulling out some napkins. So they can walk, talk and nibble.
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She nearly beams, "Your most welcome." She looks thoughtful for a moment, "I do wonder if anyone about has perhaps a dairy cow or two..I do rather miss having like very fresh butter and milk about." She half muses. Was she a bit wistful for her home realm most likely especially with little ones on the way.
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"This is very good," she says, wiping her face as she eats, as all proper ladies do. She can feel her strength returning to her, slowly.
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She blinks and then beams at that. "Thank ya kindly." She murmurs after swallowing and doing the same. "Ah, would it be alright to..ask what year it is where you're from? Ahem I mean there folks here from all over.." She reassures the lass. Time and Space among them.
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Her heart pangs a little but she can't help but ask, "Would, ya be familar with ..ah Detective by the name of Sherlock Holmes by any chance?" She asks half curious what ort of place the lass lived in and that was one of the key ways to tell.
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"He's also an excellent violinist." She informs her with a little smile. Before nodding toward the yellow apartment up ahead so she knew which way they were heading. "Just up here." She murmurs encouragingly.
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