we make up horrors
Delphia was oblivious to all the subtle nuances of the conversation occurring. The squinting of eyes, the reaching for change, none of it processed in her mind as important context. She wasn't used to much living human interaction after all. So when the man gave them the pastrys "on the house" as he called it (which made no sense, they were in a shop not on a house), she simply smiled and took hers. There. That was easy.
She followed Ellyra out of the shop, more like a duckling following its mother rather than from noticing her unspoken summoning. Her reaction was a little brighter than Ellyra's, more a pleased quiet squeal than a moan of delight. "It is very good. Are such pastries common in Stormbreak or only here?" she asked. There was such a variety of shops and stalls, surely some had to overlap in wares?
She followed Ellyra out of the shop, more like a duckling following its mother rather than from noticing her unspoken summoning. Her reaction was a little brighter than Ellyra's, more a pleased quiet squeal than a moan of delight. "It is very good. Are such pastries common in Stormbreak or only here?" she asked. There was such a variety of shops and stalls, surely some had to overlap in wares?
DELPHIA
to cope with the real ones
