05-11-2022, 03:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2022, 03:27 AM by Mable Reynolds.)
Happily, Mable took the man's hat when it was offered, holding it delicately in her hands as she examined the strange, circular shape and wide brim. She looked for a coat rack or somewhere proper to hang the hat as Mr. Brennan spoke, but found nothing. Awkwardly, she held on for the moment, breathing in deep the flowery smell that came from it.
Travelling is hard, yes, especially for children alone. Even more so when they are poor children, grieving their father, on the run. To call it hard was an understatement, Mable felt, but did not express this.
"I explored for as long as I was able to - but I spent most of it on the docks watching the ships and the ocean," she admitted bashfully, walking further into the room. "I've never seen water so big before, I was mesmerized! But I was able to go down a few streets on my way there. I found a single boot on the road, have you ever seen something like that before? I'd hate to be the person missing it."
Mable nearly bumped into a chair in her rambling, but stopped just before it. She glanced at her guest to make sure he hadn't caught it, smiling at herself. "Pardon me, sir. I know I'm talkative, I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Anyway! Look, here is the table! To - ehm, my brother and I had breakfast here this morning. Eggs and toast and sausage! I've never had anything so tasty so early in the morning before."
She stumbled over her brother's not name, and frowned for just a moment as she corrected herself. Damn her brother for changing his wonderful name. Mable refused to call him by his new alias, and she wasn't allowed to call him by his not name, so she had to settle for the one thing he would always be; her brother.
"Over there are the beds, as you can see. Two of them! That was very thoughtful of you too, sir, my brother would have slept on the floor if there was only one, and I hate when he does that. And touch the blankets! Aren't they soft? I adore them. Its like being covered by a cloud!"
Travelling is hard, yes, especially for children alone. Even more so when they are poor children, grieving their father, on the run. To call it hard was an understatement, Mable felt, but did not express this.
"I explored for as long as I was able to - but I spent most of it on the docks watching the ships and the ocean," she admitted bashfully, walking further into the room. "I've never seen water so big before, I was mesmerized! But I was able to go down a few streets on my way there. I found a single boot on the road, have you ever seen something like that before? I'd hate to be the person missing it."
Mable nearly bumped into a chair in her rambling, but stopped just before it. She glanced at her guest to make sure he hadn't caught it, smiling at herself. "Pardon me, sir. I know I'm talkative, I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Anyway! Look, here is the table! To - ehm, my brother and I had breakfast here this morning. Eggs and toast and sausage! I've never had anything so tasty so early in the morning before."
She stumbled over her brother's not name, and frowned for just a moment as she corrected herself. Damn her brother for changing his wonderful name. Mable refused to call him by his new alias, and she wasn't allowed to call him by his not name, so she had to settle for the one thing he would always be; her brother.
"Over there are the beds, as you can see. Two of them! That was very thoughtful of you too, sir, my brother would have slept on the floor if there was only one, and I hate when he does that. And touch the blankets! Aren't they soft? I adore them. Its like being covered by a cloud!"
