This one is a remarkable talent. The rental shop owner, despite not understanding Yggdrasil’s confused peals, had wheedled her into renting these shoes. She had hardly begun to sign, thirty? with her hands before one foot was being maneuvered into a mint-colored shoe, then tightly laced before she could react.
These things that weigh down every step— the shop owner had called them sneakers. Pacing in them, she does not feel particularly sneaky. Now, walking is a strange experience, as typically, it is only space that separates her from the earth.
So preoccupied with walking, she collides with a young man, the force not insignificant.
Are you alright? Dipping her head in apology as she sheepishly explains in soft chimes; I am sorry. I have never worn shoes before… — @labebantur ❀ sc.
