5 hours ago
The winter air was distracting for about a minute or two until she fell into the rhythm of her drawing. The swirls she made on her page were soothing, and let her mind wander. They began to transform into little birds as someone walked up and quietly sat in front of her on the steps. They sat in silence for a bit of time. Aine scratched away and turned her page, starting a new set of scribbles that she would turn into something new. She thought she heard the stranger sniffle after a minute. It was cold...probably just a rebellious nose. Nothing to worry about. But, shortly after, the short and quick breathing of crying happened. Aine lifted her head and lowered her pencil.
The stranger was a young woman with beautiful golden hair, bundled up for the cold. She wondered if she should say something, check on the girl. Or would that be considered rude here? A big city like this was so different than Carbury, where everyone supported each other. Biting her lip, she decided to go back to her sketchbook when the girl started to glow and pull in the power that she had learned to control with her Nan. It seemed to calm her, but Nan was always sure to tell her that there were people out there that would hurt her if they knew she could use it. She needed to help.
Aine tucked her sketchbook and pencils back into her bag and settled next to the girl. She looked about her age, probably. This seemed like when Nan came to to help her when she had reached for the power all those years ago. She was upset and scared too. Now it was her turn to reach out. "Don't mean to intrude," she said, keeping her voice calm. "Are you doing all right? Do you need someone to talk to?"
The stranger was a young woman with beautiful golden hair, bundled up for the cold. She wondered if she should say something, check on the girl. Or would that be considered rude here? A big city like this was so different than Carbury, where everyone supported each other. Biting her lip, she decided to go back to her sketchbook when the girl started to glow and pull in the power that she had learned to control with her Nan. It seemed to calm her, but Nan was always sure to tell her that there were people out there that would hurt her if they knew she could use it. She needed to help.
Aine tucked her sketchbook and pencils back into her bag and settled next to the girl. She looked about her age, probably. This seemed like when Nan came to to help her when she had reached for the power all those years ago. She was upset and scared too. Now it was her turn to reach out. "Don't mean to intrude," she said, keeping her voice calm. "Are you doing all right? Do you need someone to talk to?"