07-27-2018, 12:52 AM
Unlike Charlie, Annie was no insomniac. Though there were some days she could happily bury her head into her pillow well into the afternoon, most days, she was up at dawn to watch the sun rise and the birds wake. Plus, it gave her more time to be with her mother in the morning before Morgan Heights and all its duties called. Annie tried to be helpful, truly, with her mother being the Peony and all, but there was only so much she could do. Besides, it wasn't like she had a rank in Morgan Heights yet. She was just the 'Changeling' Child that Eilora had saved from her doomed future. It was a time, and a place, that Annie remembered rather little of. Of course, she remembered some parts of it; negligence, being cold, sick, and hungry; half deaf, and undiagnoised, yet yelled at for ever making a sound.
What more Eliora had seen of her future, what more of her tale that had earned her mother her Reckoning Wings for saving her, Annie had dared never to ask. No, she didn't want to know. She was quite happy to pretend that Eliora was her real mother, through and through. After all, most of her thirteen years had been spent in Morgan Heights. As far as Annie was concerned, she had no other mother but Eliora.
Yawning faintly as she wove her way through the markets and stalls, a brand new blue bow pinned proudly in one of her blonde dutch-braided pigtails. The bow, Annie was quite proud of, matched a sun dress of a similar color that she was wearing. Over it, she wore a light cream knitted sweater to keep out the morning chill. Clutched to her chest was a small box of new henna cones, and judging by the peekings of designs swirled across her hands and legs uncovered by her clothing, Annie had taken quite a liking to these more lasting temporary tattoos.
Unlike the others, however, Annie's back would have been turned to Charlie as she stepped backwards from the stall she had just made her recent purchase from, a grin on her face as she spoke softly to the merchant across the rabble and chatter of the early morning markets. It was bustling enough that her hearing impairment blocked the heavy weighted steps behind her. Then again, she should have had half a mind to look where she had been going. "Of course!" she'd chime to some idle sentiment from the merchant as she took another step back, "I'll see you tommor-woah!" her words were cut off as she would, quite literally, step straight into Charlie.
Stumbling briefly as she hit the wall of a man, considering her short stature was nothing compared to his, her footing was lost as she went sprawling backwards onto the ground, the box in her arms scattering off towards her left while she fell like a sack of potatos. Blinking briefly in a daze, she'd glance to her position laid across the cobbled grounds of the street before her blue-eyed gaze turned upwards to the man she had just crashed into. "Oh! Mister Charlie!" Seeming with little concern for the incident that just occured, aside from rubbing a bit at her elbow that she had landed upon, she sat back up slightly and stretched a hand out for her box. "Sorry! I didn't see you there!" After all, it had quite been her fault. "Good morning!" Her words, now, were accompained by a bright giggle for the oddness of the situation.
What more Eliora had seen of her future, what more of her tale that had earned her mother her Reckoning Wings for saving her, Annie had dared never to ask. No, she didn't want to know. She was quite happy to pretend that Eliora was her real mother, through and through. After all, most of her thirteen years had been spent in Morgan Heights. As far as Annie was concerned, she had no other mother but Eliora.
Yawning faintly as she wove her way through the markets and stalls, a brand new blue bow pinned proudly in one of her blonde dutch-braided pigtails. The bow, Annie was quite proud of, matched a sun dress of a similar color that she was wearing. Over it, she wore a light cream knitted sweater to keep out the morning chill. Clutched to her chest was a small box of new henna cones, and judging by the peekings of designs swirled across her hands and legs uncovered by her clothing, Annie had taken quite a liking to these more lasting temporary tattoos.
Unlike the others, however, Annie's back would have been turned to Charlie as she stepped backwards from the stall she had just made her recent purchase from, a grin on her face as she spoke softly to the merchant across the rabble and chatter of the early morning markets. It was bustling enough that her hearing impairment blocked the heavy weighted steps behind her. Then again, she should have had half a mind to look where she had been going. "Of course!" she'd chime to some idle sentiment from the merchant as she took another step back, "I'll see you tommor-woah!" her words were cut off as she would, quite literally, step straight into Charlie.
Stumbling briefly as she hit the wall of a man, considering her short stature was nothing compared to his, her footing was lost as she went sprawling backwards onto the ground, the box in her arms scattering off towards her left while she fell like a sack of potatos. Blinking briefly in a daze, she'd glance to her position laid across the cobbled grounds of the street before her blue-eyed gaze turned upwards to the man she had just crashed into. "Oh! Mister Charlie!" Seeming with little concern for the incident that just occured, aside from rubbing a bit at her elbow that she had landed upon, she sat back up slightly and stretched a hand out for her box. "Sorry! I didn't see you there!" After all, it had quite been her fault. "Good morning!" Her words, now, were accompained by a bright giggle for the oddness of the situation.
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