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