She seems to pause thoughtfully, her gaze now staring closely at fae. It’s a rather unusual feeling of familiriaty, even though she’s sure it’s the first time she sees fae. Maybe she is somewhat supposed to meet fae. Maybe she was supposed to meet fae since a long time ago…
“Minami” she replies meekly, almost in a whisper, as she slightly bows “And not really. Maybe they know I’m here. I like to take long walks sometimes, all by myself and I think they are okay with that””
“That isn’t very safe,” comes a cool remark. A young girl bereft of her dear parents, wandering about companionless? That simply cannot be! “I am quite sure your parents, wherever they may be, would not be okay with that. In fact, I am certain they would consider your safety and well-being first and foremost.” With a vague sense of protectiveness, perhaps instinct, pallid fingers entwine, and fae bends to gaze at faer charge.
The young humanoid doesn’t move, bluish eyes dilated in confusion. She looks around, with a somewhat helpless expression. She seems to be lost. She doesn’t even appear to know how she got in this place to begin with. She suspects she might be dreaming…
She blinks, upon hearing a familiar yet foreign voice. Her head turns slowly.
She observes this newcomer closely, allegedly processing an answer to faer inquiry. Yet, she replies with another question.
“Who are you…?”
“Kaworu Nagisa,” comes a tone dripping with cordiality. “And you, dear? Do you need help finding your parents?” Assuming her age is consistent with her youthful countenance, the girl mustn’t be old enough yet to linger on her own means. Perhaps fae will eschew school for the day and assist the child. It isn’t as if any scolding will come of it; the alleged “student” has done it far too many times before.
Swift and stunted breath leaves lungs exhausted of purpose. At a trot, slim, elongated legs glide back and forth, achromatic locks tousling in the wind. Uncertain as to why fae persists in faer mobile flight in the first place, florid eyes squeeze shut, moisture rising within their ducts. School is the reason, if fae is not mistaken, and yet, though obliged, feet come to a stop abruptly upon spotting a face so intimately known. Yet another afflicted with albinism. Has it always been this common?
“Miss, what are you doing? It is a school day, morning at that! Do your parents know that you are here?”
