o_o City

[ishbalriffs]

*has been wandering around the streets of what seems to him to be the biggest city imaginable, staring open-mouthed at the strange buildings and the strange trees and the strange people; rather out of place in his Ishbalan clothes and wondering just how he's gotten here, blinking rather large red eyes*

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[songless_psiren]

*coming out of an abandoned bakery where she has bought some bread, opening the unattended cash register and leaving some of her allowance money in the drawer... comes out onto the sidewalk, clutching her baguette and spots Mal, staring at him with surprise, open-mouthed* ................Hey! Hey, are you from Ishbal?

[ishbalriffs]

*equally surprised to see a blond girl his age wandering around unsupervised, answers back* Yeah. This is not Ishbal, where is here? How I am here?

[songless_psiren]

*goggles* ...Wow...! *staring shamelessly, thinks this is about the coolest thing that has ever happened to her... takes awhile for his words to sink in* ...Huh? Oh! Um... Central? We think? Nobody knows how we got here or where all the grownups are, I'm supposed to be in Aquroya and I can't find my Daddy....

[ishbalriffs]

*has never heard of Central, but is very sure that everyone in the village will notice he's gone very soon and that Moshe will come and find him, because Moshe can do anything, after all; going to have a bit of fun before then, since meeting new people is a GIANT event* My name is Malachi. What is your name? *staring back just as much, speaking with an accent and a slightly formal sing-songness as though he is practicing conversations in class*

[halfburnedout]

*stops and stares at the strange-looking kid in foreign clothes ... hesitates for a while before deciding he looks harmless enough, then goes over and taps him nervously on the shoulder* ... Um. Excuse me? Uhm ... a-a-aren't you c-cold?

[ishbalriffs]

*nods vigorously at this new boy, but sticks out a foot to show off one of the boots Clara helped him to get* It is making very cold here, but a girl with yellow hair gave me these. *crosses his arms again so his hands are up his sleeves and warmer* This is your home? I am Malachi of Ishbal.

[halfburnedout]

Y-yeah, it's b-because it's w-winter now. Um. *frowns slightly, then tugs off his mittens and holds them out* D-do you want my m-mittens? I - Mummy m-makes me wear them, b-but I d-don't need them s-s-so much. Uhm, I'm - I'm not from the - the city, but I think - I think m-my house is s-somewhere near here. If this p-place is Central ... Wow, y-you're from - from Ishbal? *grins* Th-that's so cool! I - I learnt all a-about Ishbal, i-it's really hot there, r-right?