The boy nearly bangs into her. She doesn’t notice. It’s not anything that will rock Cinder’s world, so why should she? The girl is already rocking her own world. She’s so incredibly happy with it, she’s so incredibly excited about the fact she’s making life… making life as she damn well pleases. That’s the thing. They were nomads, her family, and they didn’t know how to put roots down. That’s why Cinder didn’t either. No roots. No ties. Just a drifter. She’d learn if she needed to, but that was a dangerous thing to know. Learning. Ha. She was learning all she ever would need to know. Being alone like this? That was no big deal. There never was a big deal when it came to her. Not until she made one, at least.
”Running? Because walking is boring. By myself? Because Ma and Pa wandered off. They’ll find me eventually.” Cinder shrugs. It happens all the time. It happens more often than she’d like. It happens, and then they come and find her. Trackers, her folk were, and excellent ones at that. Still, it took days sometimes. A girl like her out here on her own? She was more pleased than anything else about that. Solitude? Being away from her siblings? Being the only one? Being the center of attention? She was all about it. She never got to be in the middle. It would be nice, for once, if she was the only one everyone saw.
But this was just one boy, and he was awful young. It was fine, though. “Why wouldn’t I be happy? Why aren’t you happy?” A question for a question, and Cinder’s ears perk just slightly. She wants to know. She wants to know so badly. Burning with it. Everything about the girl is brilliant and intense and fantastic. Yes, Cinder is just fantastic.
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she wears trouble like a crown |