A girl was slowly shuffling to the cliff, black eyes cast downward and a wistful look on her small face. She was muttering quietly in Latin, although it was hardly discernible to anyone but herself.
Her clothing seemed to contradict her attitude, a frilly pink skirt above faded blue jeans with too many rips to count, bracelets made out of the same material as the skirt crowding both wrists, along with more then a few brightly colored watches that all seemed to be pointing to different times.
Her amber hair was tied up in three ponytails spread around her head, although most of the hair had slipped through the frilly purple clasps and dropped down to sway gently around her shoulders with each step.
For a shirt, a too long purple tank top slid about on her tiny frame, bunching up when it reached the skirt, and neon pink high-tops completed the odd ensemble.
But despite the cheerful - albeit slightly unorthodox - outfit, the girl's face seemed to grow more solemn with every step, and by the time she'd reached the edge of the cliff she looked for a moment as if she would simply keep walking off into nothingness.
But, no, she stopped, dropping down on her haunches and grabbing two tiny handfuls of the small rocks that crowded the landscape; throwing them all off the edge and watching silently as they plummeted through the air.
She hadn't noticed the boy, but now her dull black eyes flickered over to where he was sitting and widened slightly, and she quickly looked away, wrapping her arms in a loose hug around her knees and dropping her head until her face was completely hidden. He'd leave her alone... Right?
