Delphine
Delphine puffed her cheeks out when Remi stated that her husband could still be here, and she shrugged. "I like to think that he isn't." Mostly because she was hoping he wasn't around here. And she was hoping he didn't show up.
"Trouble," shrieked the bird, as he dive-bombed Delphine, tangling in her hair. He repeated the phrase in her ear, squawking and panicking, loudly enough that she could only catch half of what Remi had said. Torchline was not a safe place.
She reached to undo the bird from her hair, tossing him into the air. He was still shouting 'trouble', as he flew in frantic circles, trying to get Delphine to follow him. She huffed, fingers running through her now-tangled hair, and glanced over her shoulder. "Nowhere's really safe," She wanted to say something more, but the shrieking bird had caused her to lose her train of thought. So instead, she started after the bird, slipping through the crowd that the bird was leading her into.
Acantha and Bryony had found a stall full of food, and the children had gone unnoticed for a while, grabbing things within reach and sitting in front of the stall to eat. It wasn't until another customer pointed them out, that the vendor hauled both girls by the backs of their shirts. The man's face was purple, as he angrily spat words at her children, words they would not understand as they should because Delphine had never taught them how to behave in public; never taught them that you had to pay for things. She shouldn't have let them go off, and she realized that now.
Acantha shouted, 'Mama', and the man's attention and fury found her. She puffed her cheeks out, listening quietly before she dipped her hand into her pocket to dig out an item that had once been her most treasured. A little ring, with an inlay of stones. Handcrafted, if she recalled correctly.
"Will this do?" It was probably far more than the children had taken, and she held it up for the man to see. He looked rather agreeable, and her lips pursed in thought. The children, who had been promptly dropped the moment she had shown up to take responsibility for their actions, had scurried behind her.
She really wished they'd stop doing that. If someone really wanted to hurt one of them, she'd probably just stand by and watch, unless it didn't benefit her in some way.
Her anger with the children did not show on her face, as she handed the ring over, and yanked both of them along with her. It did show in her movements. She'd been saving that ring for... well, a rainy day, honestly.
"Trouble," shrieked the bird, as he dive-bombed Delphine, tangling in her hair. He repeated the phrase in her ear, squawking and panicking, loudly enough that she could only catch half of what Remi had said. Torchline was not a safe place.
She reached to undo the bird from her hair, tossing him into the air. He was still shouting 'trouble', as he flew in frantic circles, trying to get Delphine to follow him. She huffed, fingers running through her now-tangled hair, and glanced over her shoulder. "Nowhere's really safe," She wanted to say something more, but the shrieking bird had caused her to lose her train of thought. So instead, she started after the bird, slipping through the crowd that the bird was leading her into.
Acantha and Bryony had found a stall full of food, and the children had gone unnoticed for a while, grabbing things within reach and sitting in front of the stall to eat. It wasn't until another customer pointed them out, that the vendor hauled both girls by the backs of their shirts. The man's face was purple, as he angrily spat words at her children, words they would not understand as they should because Delphine had never taught them how to behave in public; never taught them that you had to pay for things. She shouldn't have let them go off, and she realized that now.
Acantha shouted, 'Mama', and the man's attention and fury found her. She puffed her cheeks out, listening quietly before she dipped her hand into her pocket to dig out an item that had once been her most treasured. A little ring, with an inlay of stones. Handcrafted, if she recalled correctly.
"Will this do?" It was probably far more than the children had taken, and she held it up for the man to see. He looked rather agreeable, and her lips pursed in thought. The children, who had been promptly dropped the moment she had shown up to take responsibility for their actions, had scurried behind her.
She really wished they'd stop doing that. If someone really wanted to hurt one of them, she'd probably just stand by and watch, unless it didn't benefit her in some way.
Her anger with the children did not show on her face, as she handed the ring over, and yanked both of them along with her. It did show in her movements. She'd been saving that ring for... well, a rainy day, honestly.
Let me make you smile, darling.
