lucy in the sky

"Well wasn't that doozy?"

"I turned off the whole being of pure light thing for this, Molly. I'm not going to back out now...probably."

"Uh-huh, second best is fine too...Probably not a lava lamp though." A pout at the map as if it weren't obvious she was confused. "Hey...since you're leaning kinda close...is that a restaurant or an abandoned warehouse right there on the map? Everything here sounds so...deary."

A side-eye at the boy before her as if it were an absurd question, as if he were strange. With darting eyes between he and the map she made a snatching notion and henceforth held the map out in front of her as if it were in a foreign language. "--I'm an alien, actually."

"You can make it up by telling me your name, huh?"

"You see I travel a lot...uhh...a lot a lot...and I haven't been here. Ever. Do you have a map? Maps are nice, looooooove maps."

I'm Majesdanian. And honestly? Still getting used to this whole alien thing. There's not exactly a crash course in sensitivity. 

"Hey! You look like a nice young superhero...or villain...uh-hem. Wanna help a girl out?"

"The dress? Awe...I'm really fond of this dress. You've gone and hurt my feelings!"

"Is it my headband? Hair too long? Iridescent being of light thing? You know, I never was too fond of these sandals wouldn't blame you if it was that..."

"Tall, dark and shady huh? Don't see many of those around these days."

For real? Wow, I'd like to see the tangle-free formula you use. Uhh...your people are exactly...?

Nice but killer to brush am I right or am I right?