Two Worlds

I would try it, but I’m not a very athletic person. 

If you say so.

-grins- I’d surely buy you something if you wanted i badly enough.

You're very generous but I think I'll pass, after all I may be a total jerk who isn't even worthy of your generosity.

Whatever, why couldn’t you have just taken the path on the side of the hill like most people? 

Jungle man, you would go through the trouble of scaling that thing.

-had been climbing trees very near the waterfall, but, upon seeing Tarzan, Dale abruptly changes his plans. He leaps from a tree near the falls, falling a few feet before managing the find hand holds, then begins to climb behind Tarzan- Race you to the top!

Hmm, maybe not; but I’d keep it in mind just in case.

-standing at the top, on  dry land next to all the water- Show off! 

-finishes climbing- Doing what I enjoy doing despite an audience isn't showing off.

"I totally got this! Don’t worry! I’ll catch up!" Anna called, over the roar of the falls. She had not been entirely sure if he had noticed her presence before, so the best alert—she assumed—was vocal one.

He pauses and looks down, "are you sure?"

-raises an eyebrow at him as she continues to skim through dresses- 

Yeah but I'm not so sure it would flatter my figure...

Sensing the unspoken pain behind his expression, she gently laid her hand on his shoulder. She looked him in the eyes to convey her sincerity, “I don’t think that what happened to you is all right… And you may be trying to hide that from the world, but I can perceive the truth deep down.” Being more concerned for the hurting man in front of her than proper conduct, she wrapped him in a comforting hug and whispered softly, soothingly, ” You don’t have to be all right. Nobody is completely ever alright… And that is okay.”

"Uh...yeah." he says awkwardly, sort of confused where the hug came from. He wasn't really all that broken up about it...did he look broken up about it? Maybe he just had a sad face, or maybe this is what people did when they talked about those who had passed on. 

-looking at dresses-

-steps in from the heat outside causing the bell to jingle and notices her. He glances over at the clothes and doesn't say anything, just furrows his brows in confusion. He sits near the door and suddenly feel very out of place.-

"You’re very welcome," she smiled. "Eh it sucks, but I mean I try to look at the bright side; like, you know it could always be worse! You talk as though you’ve lost someone…. I don’t mean to pry…" She trailed off.

He shrugs, "it's all right...my parents passed when I was young, like one or two but I don't really have much to say about it." he says. He barely knew his parents, he only had the faintest of memories with them. He didn't miss them but he missed what they might have been. 

Bo smiled bitterly, ” She was, I almost swear, an angel… I mean she truly did love my father, despite the way he treated her and… Even until her last breath she showed him unfaltering devotion. She really did try to teach me to be like her, I guess I wanna be like her in some ways… But after she died I swore I wouldn’t make the same mistakes she did….” Bo trailed off, losing herself in memories. “She passed away when I was nine, so I guess I should be grateful that I had that much time with her, I mean compared to kids who have less than that. Eh, I’m only just being honest the same way you are.”

"Well thanks," he said, "To be honest, I think it's a bad idea to belittle your own suffering, it's okay to just say that something sucks and leave it at that. You don't have to say you should be grateful when you've lost someone important." 

Her face flushed pink once more, but this time she was able to conquer her abashment. “Well when a compliment like that comes from someone as kind as you, it really means a lot. I never had the privilege to hear him perform, but his name is still spoke with reverence from what I hear. No I really don’t but only because you’re the only person I have sung for… Well except for my mother… before she passed on…” Bo could feel tears prickle at her eyes, but for once she refuse to let the years of grief stop her from remembering. ” She used to sing to me every night when I was little… my father never thought it proper for a woman of her rank, that it was my nanny’s job to care for me, but it was the only thing she ever did against his wishes.” Unable to go on without losing it, she tried to salvage a smile, “But you… You could give George Harrison a run for his Galleons!”

Tarzan didn't really understand the whole nanny and status thing. He had always been aware that there was a class beyond the poor working class of east London that his own family belonged to...but it was all so distant to him. He understood though, that like all walks of life, being of a higher status could suck so he nodded "Your mother sounds great," he said, "and thanks, I think you're being a little generous in your praise but thanks."

Bo continued on with him. Despite him being one of the only people she had ever sung for, it felt natural. Soon the world once again melted away for her and all that remained was the two of them. Once the song ended it had felt as if a spell had been broken…

"Yeah," he said with certainty, "You're very talented...actually I'm pretty sure you could give Clark Chopin a run for his money." He said referencing the recent Hogwarts grad who performed on the streets. "I guess you don't hear that sort of thing often?"