Quiet Nights, Loud Questions

[Juliet Moonsong]

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its okay my post isn’t that greart so :3

WHAT IS IN A NAME?

Wandering, it was all the girl could do to relieve a strange worry that was growing in her stomach. Why was she so worried about someone she had only truly seen once, how could someone be that stuck in your mind? All he did was help her learn how to use a piece of string and wood to kill a stupid bird like a pigeon, well and bring her flowers that were the last of their kind for such a cold landscape. What was so big about that?

Her eyes sparkled with a smile as she thought of Lorenzo, only to shake her head to remove the worry that ate at her. Why had he not come to visit her, did she do something wrong? He brought her flowers but she had yet to see him, why? Why, why, why? The cream girl kicked the snow in frustration, shivering out of built up emotions not out of cold. She had to know, what did she do wrong? She was a typical girl trying to find the answer to something that was so simple, she did not know her mother sent him on a quest to find a diamond before he could she her again. She really thought it was her fault.

Stopping just inside the border, Juliet stopped walking. Trying to clear her mind before heading back home. Calm… her mind whispered as she finally looked around the boring winter canvas, her eyes falling on a familiar form. It was the new wood carver right? With a soft shrug she moved closer to the gray wolf, eyeing the strange bird more than anything.

”Hey, your H.. hotaru right? I like your bird” She stated in a monotone voice, not remembering that the woman was blind or that she could have scared the bejesus out of her.

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