A Walk in Andante [Cecil Erinforth]

"If you've had someone to help you, then you're the one's who's farther ahead." Nadia chided, mouth parting in another small smile. She sounded like the theatre? Was that a bad thing? it wouldn't be the first time someone had told her the things she said were strange. She moved her sketchbook to the side and leaned against the wooden beam of the fence. Light was failing now, and she wasn't particularly interested in the dead/living flowers just now anyway.

"What were you thinking?" What was she thinking? What were they supposed to do, to help each other make up for lost time? As she settled against the fence and looked across the road at the fence running along the other side, she decided maybe she'd gotten ahead of herself and said something foolish, got lost in the romanticism of tragedy and adversity. Looking back over to him she finally said "I'm sorry if what I said sounded strange. I guess what I meant was...maybe together we can figure out different ways of making up for the time we've lost. There's still a great deal of places in this city I haven't seen. I want to fill my time with new sights and experiences, so I can leave this world knowing I lived life to the fullest. If you haven't tried it, maybe it will help you too. Studying isn't the only way to learn new things, after all."

Nadia blinked as well, looking back to the boy as he expressed his concern. Of course. Here she was going on about plans, when they hadn't even exchanged any kind of contact information. She pulled her bag closer from where it lay beside the wide fence post, and pulled out her smartphone. "Do you have a phone? I'll give you my number." She offered, readily.

She unlocked the screen with a clever motion and opened up to the contacts screen. There was only three numbers listed. "You can call me if you find anything interesting or new around town." She said, as she clicked the screen. "And if you happen to come across any dead birds or anything like that...text me a picture."

Nadia typed in his number as he offered it, and returned it with her own, before responding to what he said before. "lots of things kill birds. And cats. Everything dies, especially these days. Some people like to forget that. I prefer to remember it." Nadia said swiftly, sliding her phone, sketchbook, and a few scattered implements into her satchel.

When she stood, she looked down at the flowers, still tied together, and decided to leave them for tomorrow's passerby to wonder at. "Speaking of which, we should probably return to our homes before night falls and the demons come out, right?" She delivered the statement with certainty, despite the fact that Nadia had never really seen anything more than fleeting shades. She had never had trouble believing in the force that had toppled the world. She only wished she could see them herself.