Even when the girl, whose name she learns to be Soojung, told her that there was no need for her to be apologising, she still feels bad about this whole thing altogether but decides against saying anymore apologies as she shifts the stack of flyers into one arm. “My Papa has always been interested in other realms, especially of those that speaks the tales of characters created and used over the years as a reminder of what a person is capable of doing. Princess Fiorimonde is one example. She was a princess, a beautiful one, but very much evil as she practices magic with this elderly woman to ensure that her beauty lives on. No ones knows about her leaving at night to meet with the elderly, so when news came to her that her father has the intentions of marrying herself to potential suitors, she got furious for she worries that it would mean that she would no longer be in touch with magic if she was going to get married. So she seeks out the elderly once more, demanding a solution to this problem and a solution she received. She received this golden chain that she wore around her neck, and if anyone was to touch it, even herself, they are to be transformed into beads on that necklace, always having room for all. But sadly, because of the princess’s own greed, she was tricked into touching her own necklace by this knight of a prince that had wanted to marry her, and so, she became a bead on a necklace. Everyone that was turned into a bead was removed from the necklace except for her, to serve as a lesson to be learned.”
If she had been interested on the other a little while, Soojung couldn’t quite express how much it has grew now - she even had to look up and down the slight tallest girl twice, just to make sure she wasn’t standing in front of a Fable. The gestures weren’t similar, but you never know, especially when words like these were leaving her ears and making themselves known on the mermaid’s ears. But then, when was the last time she had heard one of her kind speak in such a passionate way in this World, about the other Worlds? Probably too much, since she couldn’t count it on her fingers.
The avaliation done, she could see. There was nothing wrong about this Hyun Jung girl, though the aura that she was giving off wasn’t still the one she should give. The red-haired girl gave up though, it wasn’t worth much thoughts - and if she was going to think much about it, her short attention spam would attack and she end up being rude and not listen and understand to even a word the other have said.
Better to pay attention, and so she tried to do; left canine sunk on her red soft lips, nibbling on them, showing off her precious concentration at the words that kept flowing in the air beside them. It took a while, but after some minutes, the story was over and the dark haired’s mouth was once again closed and Soojung was…surprised. How could a Mundane know so much about this subject, much more than even the Little Mermaid herself. Thank God her mouth was being held by the constant lip biting, or else it would have fallen agape.
“Poor Fiorimonde…” She heard her own voice leaving her lips, stubbornly, and childishly. Thankfully, lowly, and soon the words faded and she shut herself before anything else could be said and before she could give it all in. It was just a minute later that she stood straight, balancing the weight perfectly in her both legs and when she was sure the right words would leave her, the right amount of curiosity and the right amount of her, without lies - that was when she opened her mouth again. “Is that your father’s favorite story, I will guess? Or is it yours?”
“Fiorimonde is not a word but rather, a name of a Princess named Fiorimonde from the tale about Princess Fiorimonde and her necklace. A rather, dark story if I say so myself but it is the same story that made my Papa interested in reading stories from different countries and cultures.” Taking notice of how she had prevented the other from her journey to somewhere, she apologised immediately when she sees the blue bus driving by. “I do hope that I am not making you late.”
The mermaid’s eyebrows draw up, surprised that a Mundane had such a knowledge over fairy tales; she had to check twice to make sure she was indeed, just a normal mundane and nothing else. It was curious, to say the least, and Soojung couldn’t help but direct all her attention to the taller girl.
At her apologies, the red-haired quickly waved her hand; bus forgotten, ride and all the way home and time forgotten, focus on the story telling. It was way more interesting than have to stand up for at least one hour until reach her destiny, or to have someone drooling all over her shoulder.
To give herself and her intention emphasis, she also shook her head and stood up straight, right weight distributed perfectly on her legs.“Please, continue, Hyun Jung-ssi. Your father likes histories? Is this the story about, then? Ah– I don’t know if I’ve mentioned, but I’m Soojung.”
It seems that every time you’re in a rush, things never happen to way you want.
The red-haired girl looked down at her wrist, taking a glimpse of the time on the watch, then up at the bus stop. It wasn’t so far - hopefully she would make it - and she rushes her steps as her eyes catches the blue of the bus approaching her and she’s almost there - almost there, almost there, she mutters to herself before something stops in front of her.
Or rather, someone. A girl, probably almost the age she looked like or so, stops and hands her a paper, like many of the ones she had threw in her purse; papers she would always promise the person that gave to her, and to herself, that would be read sometime but this sometime never arrives.
Soojung purses her lips tightly, looking over the girl’s shoulder as the bus arrives its stop and the people start to board the vehicle, and a urge to push that girl away starts growing inside her - but it stops as soon as she notices the thought floating her mind, and the kindness, so characteristic of the little mermaid, pushes the urge and focus on the smile the other girl had on her lips, making a smile of hers grow on hers as she listens to the tallest.
It was a surprise that unlike other people, this girl was introducing herself; and even if she made the red-haired lost the sight of the blue bus, Soojung gives her attention to her and the flyer handed previously, colorful and delicate. “Fiorimonde?” She reads the only word she can identify on paper; still rolling out of her lips as a unknown word as she repeats the girl, a brow raising in curiosity. “What does the word mean, Hyun Jung-ssi?”