#rozenverbum

No matter how many times she came back here, Electra could never get the hang of Tazmily’s layout. The maid had brought a bag of marzipan and was supposed to meet her young friend by the cliff, but where was it?

She walked around for a bit more, admiring the peaceful countryside as it passed. It must be lovely to live here...much different from the bustling cities I’ve always lived in.

Wait--is that her?

“BUT WHY DO YOU WANT TO TEACH ME HOW TO SWEAR?”

“…Will you need help cleaning that up?”

“I can confirm that.”

What should Fuel do? He felt heavy in his chest. Walking to Tazmily felt like slogging through a marsh or something. At least he had Fish with him. It was nice having someone he was extremely close to right now. Not that he wasn’t close to his father, Fuel just needed someone nearer to his own age-

Wait, that was it! Fuel could go spend time with Nana! A small twinge of hope lit up in his heart. To Nana’s it was, then.

               “You know, you, pretty girl sitting in the middle of town, on a bench, alone.”

     Maybe he caught her off guard. It was a fairly impulsive action. He just seen the young blond sitting there and figured he’d go up and talk to her. At the very least she looked much easier to talk to than many of the people in this town. Of corse, it would be hard, this was his first time visiting here. Wherever ‘here’ was.