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Tanitha did a marginally good job of hiding her smile. "No, it's fine, we were about to get something to eat, as well - please." she gestured permissively for John to walk ahead to the other end of the courtyard.
Patrick trailed behind her, gripping her lowered free hand in his rather clammy palm as they crossed the square. Tanitha tried to smile politely the odd time one of the other people milling about made eye contact, but the others present made no great crowd.
"Tabatha!"
Dimly, Tanitha realised the voice was a repeat; more insistent to capture her attention. She stopped, turning and letting John continue on ahead to the food. Her stomach growled in envy as her eyes landed on Roxann, robust, red-haired, and waving as she approached.
"Tabatha, you made it out!"
she smiled by way of answer, restraining a correction. It wasn't the first time someone had subliminally insisted her name was wrong, and it wouldn't be the last.
"And Hello little man! Are you having fun?" Roxann had dropped into a crouch, causing Patrick to reflexively jump back behind her legs. The stouter woman chortled as she straightened up. "But you should be socializing with the adults, dear; there's a children's circle by the fire, why don't you drop him there?"
She gestured toward the centre of the plaza where, surely enough, a few other children looking to be ranging between three and twelve were seated in a sloppy semicircle before a man with a peculiar sort of guitar.
Patrick trailed behind her, gripping her lowered free hand in his rather clammy palm as they crossed the square. Tanitha tried to smile politely the odd time one of the other people milling about made eye contact, but the others present made no great crowd.
"Tabatha!"
Dimly, Tanitha realised the voice was a repeat; more insistent to capture her attention. She stopped, turning and letting John continue on ahead to the food. Her stomach growled in envy as her eyes landed on Roxann, robust, red-haired, and waving as she approached.
"Tabatha, you made it out!"
she smiled by way of answer, restraining a correction. It wasn't the first time someone had subliminally insisted her name was wrong, and it wouldn't be the last.
"And Hello little man! Are you having fun?" Roxann had dropped into a crouch, causing Patrick to reflexively jump back behind her legs. The stouter woman chortled as she straightened up. "But you should be socializing with the adults, dear; there's a children's circle by the fire, why don't you drop him there?"
She gestured toward the centre of the plaza where, surely enough, a few other children looking to be ranging between three and twelve were seated in a sloppy semicircle before a man with a peculiar sort of guitar.