An Innocent Conversation.

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Juliette stood in her large room, in her large estate, with her eyes glued to the large map pinned to her wall. Her fingers danced across the Alorian world that fit so beautifully onto the parchment. One day she planned to visit every piece of it. But her mind was not on the map today, only her fingers were as her mind was replaying the conversation she had had earlier, with Lautaro Wodenstaff. Thinking back, he was incredibly nice, but something seemed a tad off about their conversation. Jocelyn had told Lautaro about her, but why?

She pondered the situation, tapping her fingers along the map and finally drawing back with a small hum. He had been nice, someone she wanted as a friend, of course he would agree to that. She wondered how Tanoro or Elizabeth would like him, but soon enough waved her left hand. Lautaro was Fernanda's brother, she repeated to herself, and Elizabeth loves Fernanda.

Her feet took her across the room to her window where she leaned forward and looked out to the stairs that lead out of the estate district, nearly expecting to see a boy with fire for hair to come hopping down and to her front door. But..he didn't, and she nearly thought that he was angry with her, seeing as when she had wanted to speak to him after her patrol with Veridan..he had vanished.

Her teeth bit her thumb nail for a moment has a nervous expression crossed her face. He was okay, wasn't he? The Laines tended to have a close relation to death, seeing as the boy's father, uncle, and brother all died in a matter of months. She'd never understand that pain. Her eyes flicked along the staircase not too far once more before she turned and resumed her thoughts of her conversation with the nice little Wodenstaff.

Juliette smiled and sat down on her bed with another hum and found herself remembering a song that was popular in Ithania. Thinking of that land lead once more to her thoughts of Lautaro. He liked Ithania, and Ithanians apparently from his praise for them. She smiled and stood, skipping off to try and find him, or if not the other.
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I usually don't read stories because for the most part they're all fake drama, but this. This is beautiful. Keep up the good work.
 
Godsake Attic I was on holiday lord above!
Her feet took her across the room to her window where she leaned forward and looked out to the stairs that lead out of the estate district, nearly expecting to see a boy with fire for hair to come hopping down and to her front door. But..he didn't, and she nearly thought that he was angry with her, seeing as when she had wanted to speak to him after her patrol with Veridan..he had vanished.