Alfalfa's curious pants fill my eardrums as I watch her trot along the people. Sniffing for anything that's not supposed to be here. I take a moment to just be in her space. She's been staying guard down here more than usual and I haven't really gotten the chance to be with her.It made me think of fern.
I watch as the workers pass by my swinging boots. All in their own tiny, grey worlds. All afraid of the same things. Walkers, starvation, death... Negan.
I tap my blue fluffy pen against the clip board that held all my notes I've wrote down after observing the people for some time. The billing taste of what I had eaten after a couple days of nothing made my lips curl to the side. But suddenly, as if someone from above had noticed the grey walls getting to me, a shiny orange Rey of sun elope my vision.
It was the red haired girl.
She , too , in her own world. Only, I could tell her world wasn't small at all, nor was it grey. Her small, soft smile trying to hide but her hair not long enough to hide it. It suited her, very well.
The tapping of my fluffy blue pen stops. My swinging feet swing once more before meeting the pavements grains. Her light heating my face as I descent closer to her.
"Please, I'll make good on the rest of the payment. I just need this now,please? It's f-for my -"
"Little girl, I already told you. I'm sorry but I can not-"
"What's going on, rumble turtle." I fake a grin, my head tilting to the side as a look of fake confusion takes over me. Besides, If the old man with wrinkles and small round glasses can interrupt a little girl, I can do the same to him. Couldn't I? However, rumble turtle was on the nicer side of the men here- and we had a couple of exchanges before, so, I laid off a little.
"Lanna dear, I'm sorry. Did you want something?" He said it so weakly. So sweetly. The fake grin slowly ceased. Leaving only a grain of a thoughtfully quirk.
"How's business going, Robby?" The clipboard rest in my flinched hand by my hip. He nods his portly shaved head with gratitude.
"Good, by gods grace." He truffles out. I hum.
"Is she giving you any trouble?" I turn my head towards the girl that's my height. Her eyes looking down at the hair surrounding my face before connecting her orbs with my own.
"Sorry." She wisphers out, her fingers clinching something so hard it's calling my attention. Taking a deep breath, I swoop her hand in my own.
My brows rising with surprise at the in necessity of the object she was about to get into trouble for.
"A necklace?" There, between her fingers, hanged a golden necklace with a cross dangling from it. A pink crown, for a queen, hugging the rope of the 't'
"Put it under my trades." I take out two of the chipped coins from the punch resting in my vests pocket. Handing them towards the old man.
Robby nods reluctantly. Taking the chipped coins,
"Thank you, miss Lanna."
I hum softly at his gratitude,
"In gods grace, right Robby?" Slight humor purs out of my words. Not of mockery, but of wonder. I shut the wonder down from spreading as I turn back towards the red haired girl.
I turn around, walking a few feet till I feel a slight brush against my cold arms. A shot of iron branding heats the frozen water in me. I didn't like it. It was so unusual.
"Yes?" I ask, after a few moments of only staring at each other. Her face becomes the same color as her hair. Her fingers coming up and tucking the volume from her eyes and lips.
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To Heal is to Feel
FanfictionLanna is a young girl who doesn't see or feel the world like any other child or person at all, she has a unusual behavior that makes people think their going crazy, and she doesn't understand her true power when one night she's forced to unlock a do...