Ah, French. Something familiar. Combeferre brushes away some bugs hovering around his head.
"We're looking for our friends. Have you seen anyone else come this way?"
Was it possible that this child had seen Enjolras and Grantaire? knew where they were going? Was it possible that she wasn't, in fact, a child at all? From what they knew from the beginning of this trek, anything at all could be possible.
Combeferre focuses on the child's face and features. Her hair, and the bell within it. Her lack of clothes. Something about her just doesn't seem to fit. Her voice sounds too old; her expression belies far more years than a child of that size should have. Though nothing in her expression or body language indicates hostility, Combeferre feels wary.
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Date: 2013-05-24 12:32 am (UTC)"We're looking for our friends. Have you seen anyone else come this way?"
Was it possible that this child had seen Enjolras and Grantaire? knew where they were going? Was it possible that she wasn't, in fact, a child at all? From what they knew from the beginning of this trek, anything at all could be possible.
Combeferre focuses on the child's face and features. Her hair, and the bell within it. Her lack of clothes. Something about her just doesn't seem to fit. Her voice sounds too old; her expression belies far more years than a child of that size should have. Though nothing in her expression or body language indicates hostility, Combeferre feels wary.