Finally, Béatrice got time to spend with Sean. They hung out with each other a few times before, but it was often interrupted or cut short by one of them being busy with other things. Most of the time it was her. It was difficult running a family, being up-to-date with work, and having enough free time to be around friends and take notes of this unusual island. Now the two had their schedules cleared up enough to venture out into The Underground for some window shopping. What Béatrice was looking for she could not say, but her curiosity got the best of her the moment she learned about the location, with both her and Sean agreeing to pair up and stick to the safer sides of The Underground. As if any side of The Underground was safe, but according to what Sean heard, some places were too dangerous to be visited for newcomers like them.
She tried to look inconspicuous, but her excitement made it hard to hide her wide smile and keep her walk from being bouncy. The closest she got to her goal was not wearing something glittery. Everything she wore was to be practical, but fashionable. Not attracting too much attention, but not making herself look bad either. Her outfit was simple: a white halter shirt with a pink bowtie—which left room for her large wings—and black palazzo pants that stayed above her talons in case she needed to be agile. She also did something new with her hair, giving herself two braids, then curling them into large sidebuns so they would be harder to pull if anyone ever tried to grab them.
As the two notetakers walked down the street, Béatrice kept her ears open for any sounds that might alert her to impending danger, but considering she was an eight-foot giant with large talons that held sharp claws, she doubted she would be attacked. Sean, however . . . "Any idea of where we should head first, Sean? I know this is our first time here, but you seem to know more than me already. Though, I suppose it would be even more fun to walk around blindly." How lucky he was to have so many friends on this island to give him all sorts of information. Béatrice only knew Frito and Ciara, but they seemed more accustomed to the island than her own friends were.
@Boop
She tried to look inconspicuous, but her excitement made it hard to hide her wide smile and keep her walk from being bouncy. The closest she got to her goal was not wearing something glittery. Everything she wore was to be practical, but fashionable. Not attracting too much attention, but not making herself look bad either. Her outfit was simple: a white halter shirt with a pink bowtie—which left room for her large wings—and black palazzo pants that stayed above her talons in case she needed to be agile. She also did something new with her hair, giving herself two braids, then curling them into large sidebuns so they would be harder to pull if anyone ever tried to grab them.
As the two notetakers walked down the street, Béatrice kept her ears open for any sounds that might alert her to impending danger, but considering she was an eight-foot giant with large talons that held sharp claws, she doubted she would be attacked. Sean, however . . . "Any idea of where we should head first, Sean? I know this is our first time here, but you seem to know more than me already. Though, I suppose it would be even more fun to walk around blindly." How lucky he was to have so many friends on this island to give him all sorts of information. Béatrice only knew Frito and Ciara, but they seemed more accustomed to the island than her own friends were.
@Boop
There was that smile Béatrice wanted. She did not think she could handle a day of Sean's anxieties. Having a friend beside her to help her control her instincts was something she appreciated, but she also liked it when her friend was enjoying their time as much as she was. One of Béatrice's beliefs was that opposites did not only attract but were necessary. She had to be the optimistic to someone's pessimist. The extrovert to the introvert. The impulsive to the cautious. Together, they evened each other out and helped overcome one another's flaws. In this case, she tried to be the brighter one to help Sean not worry so much. Of course, she needed to keep in mind her own limits and the dangers of this unknown area. Curiosity did not mean stupidity.