by Nayt on Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:10 am
So this was an Umbra? Etsu had never even seen one before in her life. She'd heard stories, a lot of them fairly bad (Cizokians were a very racist people sometimes), but she'd still never seen one before. It was kind of bizarre, like she was looking at something that had to be inanimate-- a statue of some sort --but was clearly moving, living, and breathing autonomously. The strangest thing was that even though the color of her skin was almost unnerving to examine, this young woman was undeniably beautiful, even to Etsu.
Etsu was initially confused when Eld tugged her forward, and she gave him a strange look to match that feeling.
"N-nani desu--" Etsu whispered meekly, unable to actually get the full of her sentence out before Eld replied that he was hungry.
Well, she kind of was, too, but . . . well . . . Nevermind. It was fine. It was for the best that she didn't stand there gawking, anyways. Etsu knew she'd have felt very uncomfortable if there was a whole crowd of people gawking at her. Best not to join the crowd. So she let Eld drag her along, and still made no effort to release his hand or somehow coerce him to let her go, even after they were beyond the crowd.
There were a lot of people out today, but few even noticed that Eldridge Tsukimono was holding hands with a different girl today. Whereas a week ago, he was walking around and holding hands with a cute and bubbly platinum blond, today he was holding hands with an awkward, dark haired, and kind of foreboding Cizokian girl. Those few that did notice weren't wrapped up in this boy's love life, however, and were loath to give a damn.
They had to pass the Umbra woman by in order to get in. She glanced up from her newspaper to regard them immediately before returning to reading-- only to soon experience a double take. She looked up again, just as Eld and Etsu were passing by, and had a wide-eyed expression upon her face befitting a soldier suddenly compelled to stand and salute ten seconds too late. But this only lasted a split second, as the look of recognition died away and she returned to reading again.