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Angelique
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"Gu...er...tena..." Ib repeated, for the 9 year old isn't sure of how things are said, pronounced or spelled. Her and her parents were on their way to the museum, she walked alongside her mother, holding her hand as she took notice of the giant door which lead to the museum. She was wearing a white and red uniform, made with the finest material. A big bow like instead of a tie, along with black knee-high socks and a pair of doll shoes. Her hair was let down, along with her fringe, slightly hiding her crimson eyes. She kept a silent and unreadable expression on, looking down until lifting her head up to face her mother when hearing her name being called.
"Ib... do you have the handkerchief your grandmother gave you? Make sure you have it... Don't lose it okay?"
Her mother gave a sweet smile which she was known for and Ib nodded, her father opening the door and they were greeted by murmurs of people, sweet and delightful music, the scent of paint, and something else undetectable, yet pleasant. They paused, her mother explaining that this was her first time here, and she hoped she would enjoy herself. Her father suggested some pamphlets and they went onto the front desk to ask for some. Ib wanted to head along, and her mother agreed in slight hesitation, and Ib was off.
She walked around, looking at the paintings and sculptures Guertena made. She skipped a bit before standing by the man who seemed to have focused on "The Hanged Man" painting, he had violet hair with even darker violet streaks, with an old and torn up coat, she didn't want to bother him, asking him what the painting was about so she headed somewhere else, looking at the painting entitled "Worry". She wondered what the other words of the other paintings meant, or what they were, for a girl of such a young age doesn't know that much in words... She would look around a bit more, wondering if there could be anyone who would talk to her...
"Ib... do you have the handkerchief your grandmother gave you? Make sure you have it... Don't lose it okay?"
Her mother gave a sweet smile which she was known for and Ib nodded, her father opening the door and they were greeted by murmurs of people, sweet and delightful music, the scent of paint, and something else undetectable, yet pleasant. They paused, her mother explaining that this was her first time here, and she hoped she would enjoy herself. Her father suggested some pamphlets and they went onto the front desk to ask for some. Ib wanted to head along, and her mother agreed in slight hesitation, and Ib was off.
She walked around, looking at the paintings and sculptures Guertena made. She skipped a bit before standing by the man who seemed to have focused on "The Hanged Man" painting, he had violet hair with even darker violet streaks, with an old and torn up coat, she didn't want to bother him, asking him what the painting was about so she headed somewhere else, looking at the painting entitled "Worry". She wondered what the other words of the other paintings meant, or what they were, for a girl of such a young age doesn't know that much in words... She would look around a bit more, wondering if there could be anyone who would talk to her...