Word Count → 365 :: Out of Character text.
Sophie was horrifically aware of what a spectacle her brother was making, but being the runt of the two--and quite a small runt, being nearly half the size of her brother--there really wasn't anything she could do about it. Trying to regain his attention and draw it elsewhere would only result in an even greater scene. The people around them seemed mostly amused, however, and the old man in front of them wasn't letting them distract him, so Sophie tried not to let it bother her. She pressed as close to her brother as she dared, though, and did her best not to look around, uncomfortable with being so close to the front of everything; she would have preferred to stay where they were before, but Boothe wanted to know what was going on, and he was determined to find out.
As another person was called up, Sophie glanced around curiously, and then nosed her brother hesitantly, but he just shrugged her off, leaning his nose curiously toward the fortune-telling instruments the male used. Sophie whined again, and then looked up, meeting the golden female's eye and blushing as she looked away again quickly. "Boothe, we should go si'down!" She whined quietly, but Boothe's returning growl was cut short as the strange woman addressed them, causing two sets of eyes to turn to her. Sophie blinked shyly, and squirmed uncomfortably, but Boothe perked up almost immediately, his tail beginning a slow wag.
"Oh, yeah!" He agreed, and bounded over to sit beside her, wiggling with his excitement. Sophie hovered uncertainly on the edge of the mat, and then slunk over to sit beside her brother, her ears nearly shriveled into her skull with her embarrassment as she once again attempted to hide against her brother. They both turned their expectant gazes toward the elderly man, Sophie somewhat more shyly--and in a far less demanding manner--than Boothe did. Nonetheless, Sophie was just as curious as her brother, and her eyes tracked Macarius' wizened hands, wondering which tools he would use on them--or rather, the golden female. She didn't really think he could read three futures in one go...could he?
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