France's Manor

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< Third Person POV >


The ride was pleasant for both passengers, despite Y/N not really able to say much. France liked to be able to teach someone about her culture. Her lovely voice would sway from one topic to another. She would laugh and smile every time Y/N looked utterly lost in what she said.

Y/N meanwhile realised that he seemed to be a good listener. He would nod his head, shift in his seat, and give further questions to deepen the topics. The talks already set a ground for not political talks, but for personal ones. Y/N hands would still hold onto the seat since he still didn't trust cars, they were able to go way to fast for him.

Y/N would ask questions about the environment they were passing, from tall buildings, over small shops, to big parks. The way the buildings followed one after another reminded Y/N of Leyndell, of course the buildings were bigger, aswell as the city they were in.

The car screeched to a halt before a building. It was a modern building with big windowed roofs, covering big halls. Train tracks left the building left and right. Many people went in and left the building, some of them staring at the exiting passengers of the car.

Y/N could only awe at the giant building, standing tall. He had never seen something like this before. Questions, he hoped soon get answered, shoot through his head. For him their could be so many possible uasages.

France took notice of his speechlessness. "I see you took a liking to it," she looked amused while leaning closer to Y/N. "This is a train station, there can be more shops inside, and what a train is will soon be answered."

"I can't wait," Y/N answered with new found refreshment. Y/N was never this piped up for a long time. In fact he can't even remember the last time he was, maybe when he entered the Lands Between.

Walking through the building, Y/N looked around. He saw the shops France had mentioned, a bakery, a flower shop, and a small kiosk.


< Y/N POV >


This place looks beautiful, luckily I can compare them with buildings in Leyndell, when it comes to quality. I really tried to reshape the city to what it used to be. "What are all the shops for," I asked, tilting my head to the side in a questioning manner. "There are just so many hear."

France looked at me with a toothy smile, that smile really is beautiful. The last smile I had seen before the this whole fiasco was Roderika's after I helped her a few times. I really need to visit her sometime again, might aswell visit master Hewg aswell.

"Let me answer your lovely question," France rejoined, shaking her head in a joking way. "The first was a bakery, the second a flower store - self explanatory -, and the last was a kiosk - there you can buy small stuff."

So a bakery for all kinds of baked goods, a store that just sells flowers - if it works I guess -, and a store selling small stuff, for travels maybe? And those are just stores you can find in a train station, I wonder what else there is.

As we entered the glassed open halls, I notice the beautiful hue of the sun illuminating this place. France was no exception, she also got an alluring look in this perfect light, would almost make me blush. She only stared into my eyes like she was finding a hidden secret within them.

I would break the eye contact and start focus around us, hoping this unfamiliar feeling would become clearer. Flowers in boxes lined the walkways all reaching from blue closed flowers to bright red opened ones.

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