Wandering Child

[Dakota Atwood]

The young child could be seen sitting slumped along the side of a building, too thirsty on this hot day to move on, and try to pick pocket. The owner of the store had heard from his customer's that there was a beggar sitting along his shop, and he decided to come out, and shoo it away.. "Oy! You again! Go on, Get!" He practically screamed, as Dakota quickly got up, scurrying off...

She whimpered quietly, looking at her feet as she walked, not even bother to look out to whom she would walk into...She wasn't anyone, just a useless time and money consuming child. No one wanted her...

[Christine Le' Faye]

((may i join?)

[Dakota Atwood]

((If you wish. ))

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine had been sitting on the ground against one of the other buildings, keeping warm when she heard a disturbing racket. She looked up and saw a girl, walking along the street. She looked upset and it broke Christine's heart because she used to be exactly like this when her family was killed. She realized that this girl was probably chased off of someone's probably. She got to her feet and approached the girl softly. "Hello. Are you alright?"she said looking down at her with a small smile.

[Dakota Atwood]

The young gilr looked towards Christine, bumping into her slightly. She looked up, at her...Dakota couldn't have been older then Five...She had that child innocence, and hope that seemed to fill her eyes. Biting her lip, the girl nodded softly...Christine was very beautiful, she couldn't have been a town person...No,she couldn't have been a peasent...Maybe she was a noble or something? Getting slightly nervous, the girl bowed her head. Her hair was cut short, like every childs at the orphange, and covered in dust, and dirt.."Y-y-yes Ma'am.."

She wasn't too sure what to do...After all, she was just a little child...Looking down to her bare footed toes, she bit her lip...She wasn't alright, she was cold, starving, and thirsty...She wanted to sit down somewhere without being shooed off...but..she was an orphan, that wouldn't happen...

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine bent down a bit on her knees she she could be at eye level with the little girl. She smiled softly and ran a hand through the girls hair. "It's alright...I'm not going to hurt you.." she said assuringly and smiled gently. "Do you have a name little one? I'm Christine" she said gently as she took her blanket off from around her shoulders and put it on the girls. "Do you have parents?" she asked softly.

[Dakota Atwood]

The young one was al ittle scared of her touch, afterall, the only time she had actually had someone raise their hand up towards their face was to to mearly Slap the orphans. dakota had been Slapped on many occasions although she tried not to show her fear...That was what those Orphange workers wanted...They survived off of Fear...for without fear, the would be powerless...

Staring up at her for a bit, as she felt her hand go to her hair, instead of the side of her face, Dakota's big eyes stared up at Christine...Why was this lady so kind to her? Maybe she wanted tot take her back to the orphange..No, Dakota you can't do that.. She thought for a momnt, before repling..."Dakota..." Her voice was a little raspy, and dry...What was one to expect from a starving..."I-i live alone.." She nodded slightly, and looked at the blanket, quickly removing it from her shoulders, and handing it to Christine.. "No..I'll get it Dirty.." Dakota paused, as she looked at her own small tang top like shirt. Her own skin wasn't the cleanest eather, Dirt, Dust. She livedon the streets...What did you expect?

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine shook her head no."It's alreeady dirty." she explained. "I don't have anywhere to wash it right now" she said handing it back to her. "It will keep you warm."she said. She smiled slightly. "I live alone too. I used to be an orphan"she said.

[Dakota Atwood]

She nodded quietly, as she took the cloak, wrapping it up around her shoulders, smiling slightly, as she looked down at the material. She was afriad her touch would ruin the softness...something she wasn't used to. "Thank you Ma'am."

Looking towards Christine, she furrowed her blonde brows, as she looked at her hands.."Really?" The small orphan looked towards Chrstine, and shrugged slightly.."Were you adopted?" That was the golden word...Maybe one kid, and that was the youngest got adopted every year...Most people were too poor to afford another child. If they wanted one, they would make one...

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine smiled as she noticed the touch of innocence the child possessed in her expression. Christine responded to her question and shook her head. "No. No one would take me" she said "I am a gypsy now and must fend for myself in this kingdom" she said. "It's not that hard really. You just have to learn the tricks of how to stay out of trouble" she wionked sweetly.

[Dakota Atwood]

"Oh..." Dakota paused, as she nodded...she took care of herself pretty well now..."I know how to pick pocket if thats what you mean.." Pausing,s he srhugged slightly.."Although they pull out the whips once they know it's you.." Dakota scrunched up her noise, as she wrapped herself up a little more, staring up at Chrstine, with a small smile, as she tried to think of something to say...She hadn't talked to anyone that wasn't a guard or an angry victim of her pick pocketing...No one wanted to talk to her, she was A small dirty Orphan..