cogitaverim:

“Huh?”

Headphones are slipped down to rest around her shoulders, black eyes trailing up her fellow blonde’s small body.  Oh.  Namine.  The caged bird.

She doesn’t inspire the kind of almost-spiteful teasing she normally offers upon first meetings; no, no, Natu pities the girl.  

         Instead, her voice is kind.

                       ”Hey, darling.  Ya need something?”

         _{Part of her felt rather guilty for disturbing the woman and causing her to take off her headphones, but there didn’t appear to be anyone around.}

                                                      _{At least she sounded rather kind.}

                           _{Politely she pulled a smile to her face, thankful that she was getting a moment of time. Being called such a nickname was rather odd, but she didn’t question it—everyone had different speaking patterns after all.}

                                             _{Though there was something about her—}

                                    _{”I was wondering if you could tell me where I am?”}