o_o City

[ishbalriffs]

*has been wandering around the streets of what seems to him to be the biggest city imaginable, staring open-mouthed at the strange buildings and the strange trees and the strange people; rather out of place in his Ishbalan clothes and wondering just how he's gotten here, blinking rather large red eyes*

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[songless_psiren]

*coming out of an abandoned bakery where she has bought some bread, opening the unattended cash register and leaving some of her allowance money in the drawer... comes out onto the sidewalk, clutching her baguette and spots Mal, staring at him with surprise, open-mouthed* ................Hey! Hey, are you from Ishbal?

[songless_psiren]

*blinks* God bless you! Are you sick?

[ishbalriffs]

*shakes his head slightly, in an adorable childish sort of way, blinking* What is that you say? ...I think no. It makes- it is doing very cold here. I have never been so cold, I think. *scuffing the snow with his sandaled foot*

[songless_psiren]

...I said, "God bless you." *nods* Yeah, it's a lot colder here then in Aquroya- *gapes at his feet, almost horrified* ...You're going to get frostbite and your toes will fall off! You need boots!

[ishbalriffs]

*blink blink blink* Frostbite? It is going to bite? *stands on his tiptoes, eyes the snow with incredible suspicion*

[songless_psiren]

No no, your feet will freeze! Come on, there's a shoe store over here! *reaches to grab his hand, intending to drag him over there as quickly as possible*

[ishbalriffs]

*lets himself be pulled along, stumbling after her, glad someone knows more about this kind of thing than he does* It never makes snow in Ishbal. I've seen pictures in books from my brother. Snow is a lot more wet than I ... uh ... had thought before.

[songless_psiren]

That's because snow is made of water. *drags him into the store* What shoe size are you?

[ishbalriffs]

Shoe size? *perplexed look, lifts one of his feet in its obviously not store-bought leather sandal to demonstrate how big his feet are* What do you mean to say?

[songless_psiren]

*blinks at his foot, then lets out a long-suffering sigh* ...Come on, the boys' section is over here, you can try them on until we find out what size you are. *dragdrag*

[ishbalriffs]

*taking the opportunity to gawk at the very strange store--everything here is so odd!-- and sitting down on a bench under the sign that reads 'BOYS'* Do you know my brother wove these shoes for me? Moshe is very good at a lot of things. *slight frown, pulling the sandals from his cold feet* I am good at some things, like singing prayers at Temple and geography and spelling.

[songless_psiren]

...Your brother made those? ...Is he a shoemaker? *finally letting go of his hand* Here, give me one of those, I'll try to find some boots the same size. *holds her hand out for one of the sandals* ...What's Temple? Is that like Church? Mommy says I'm good at singing, and I get good marks in arithmatic.

((HAHAHAHA I LIED! No actually I'm crawling into bed as I send this.))

[ishbalriffs]

No, of course he isn't! I'm too young to make my own so he had to make mine for me. *as though this is the most obvious thing in the world; thinks he remembers Moshe telling him that 'church' is like an evil Temple for those who aren't Ishbala's people, suddenly a little uncomfortable* No, it isn't. Not a bit. *goes to look at the boots himself and shoves a pair on, which are a bit big but close enough for him, and nice and fuzzy on the inside*

[songless_psiren]

*blinkblink* People make their own shoes in Ishbal? *crosses her arms, watching him trying on the boots* ...Oh. What is it then?