None taken! It's not my stall. We can burn them when we get back.
[ As the ladder steadies, she looks below to catch sight of leather gloves holding it in place, and fills in the rest. On her way down, one of those hands is offered to her. She stares it for a moment, then studies his expression. It's hard to read strangers, and certainly harder yet to do it without magical psychic abilities, but she gets the feeling this isn't done to belittle her.
She takes the hand, and finishes the descent by hopping off by the third lowest step. ] There we go. [ With the soles of her Kim Kitsuragi Approved (TM) boots on the ground, she is free to turn to him. A grin is in place, bright as any star in the night sky. ] Thank you!
[ Dusting herself off, Aerith takes stock of the area. Her brown hair is tousled from the wind, and she rans a hand through her bangs to better see the streets. Most of it is unfamiliar to her eye, but she can only see an opportunity to find out more about the city.
She takes to leading as naturally as a mother duck. She knows of a spot to visit, and inquire at, but getting there might be a little bit of a detour. Perhaps he'll know some place else— and he speaks, interrupting her thoughts. A noise leaves her, the sort of gasp someone makes when they realize they have to go back inside and find their keys. Aerith's suddenly caught off-guard, turning around to walk backwards. She feels like a spindle top, knocked over. Elmyra taught her better than this! ]
Aerith. I'm Aerith. [ Raising one of her thin brows, she gives him an impish little smirk. ] They might thank us, or they'll come to love our aesthetic sense. Either way, they'll just have to get used to it!
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[ As the ladder steadies, she looks below to catch sight of leather gloves holding it in place, and fills in the rest. On her way down, one of those hands is offered to her. She stares it for a moment, then studies his expression. It's hard to read strangers, and certainly harder yet to do it without magical psychic abilities, but she gets the feeling this isn't done to belittle her.
She takes the hand, and finishes the descent by hopping off by the third lowest step. ] There we go. [ With the soles of her Kim Kitsuragi Approved (TM) boots on the ground, she is free to turn to him. A grin is in place, bright as any star in the night sky. ] Thank you!
[ Dusting herself off, Aerith takes stock of the area. Her brown hair is tousled from the wind, and she rans a hand through her bangs to better see the streets. Most of it is unfamiliar to her eye, but she can only see an opportunity to find out more about the city.
She takes to leading as naturally as a mother duck. She knows of a spot to visit, and inquire at, but getting there might be a little bit of a detour. Perhaps he'll know some place else— and he speaks, interrupting her thoughts. A noise leaves her, the sort of gasp someone makes when they realize they have to go back inside and find their keys. Aerith's suddenly caught off-guard, turning around to walk backwards. She feels like a spindle top, knocked over. Elmyra taught her better than this! ]
Aerith. I'm Aerith. [ Raising one of her thin brows, she gives him an impish little smirk. ] They might thank us, or they'll come to love our aesthetic sense. Either way, they'll just have to get used to it!