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After a long time spent in her closet rummaging through her clothing, Allura thought that she had decided on the outfit that would at least be suitable to wear. Still hesitant, though, she looked it over again and again, contorting the fabric in the light to see it from all different angles and lightings. It was the best that she had, though she briefly regretted not being on good terms with most of the town. How could you trust them, though? They were all bound to be liars, braggarts, betrayers...
Allura stopped her line of thought there, realizing just how jaded and bitter her own thoughts had sounded. It had only been one person afer all, no matter how dangerous he had been for her. This bit of inspiration in mind, Allura thought that she should try to be sociable enough with the rest of the town for today, since she had already chosen to take the day off from work anyway.
Cautiously peeking from her home, Allura tried to act casual with her timid steps onto the path. With a mindset to socialize, she didn't know where she should go. Instead, she stood in front of her home and shop for a full five minutes, trying to think of all the places in town and looking around with a furrowed brow. As she was about to give up, one of the members of town passed her, carrying a heap of what appeared to be doll parts in his hands.
"Good afternoon!" Allura called out to him almost helplessly. Farron turned to her, an eyebrow cocked.
"Yeah, I guess." Taking this as at least some form of encouragement, Allura darted up behind the man and followed almost alongside of him. The man did not say anything and rather kept to humming to himself instead until they had reached the toy shop, where two other people already stood, in addition to the shop owner. Allura recognized Byron from before, as well as the owner of the shop because it was his shop and he had been here since his childhood.
After a long time spent in her closet rummaging through her clothing, Allura thought that she had decided on the outfit that would at least be suitable to wear. Still hesitant, though, she looked it over again and again, contorting the fabric in the light to see it from all different angles and lightings. It was the best that she had, though she briefly regretted not being on good terms with most of the town. How could you trust them, though? They were all bound to be liars, braggarts, betrayers...
Allura stopped her line of thought there, realizing just how jaded and bitter her own thoughts had sounded. It had only been one person afer all, no matter how dangerous he had been for her. This bit of inspiration in mind, Allura thought that she should try to be sociable enough with the rest of the town for today, since she had already chosen to take the day off from work anyway.
Cautiously peeking from her home, Allura tried to act casual with her timid steps onto the path. With a mindset to socialize, she didn't know where she should go. Instead, she stood in front of her home and shop for a full five minutes, trying to think of all the places in town and looking around with a furrowed brow. As she was about to give up, one of the members of town passed her, carrying a heap of what appeared to be doll parts in his hands.
"Good afternoon!" Allura called out to him almost helplessly. Farron turned to her, an eyebrow cocked.
"Yeah, I guess." Taking this as at least some form of encouragement, Allura darted up behind the man and followed almost alongside of him. The man did not say anything and rather kept to humming to himself instead until they had reached the toy shop, where two other people already stood, in addition to the shop owner. Allura recognized Byron from before, as well as the owner of the shop because it was his shop and he had been here since his childhood.
"Why are you following me?" Farron asked finally, pulling open the door to the shop with one hand, his other hand full of the broken doll that he was bringing to be fixed for one of the little girls in town. The woman who had been following him did not seem keen on replying and instead slipped inside the shop after him.
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