Snippet #1687705

“Neil said stuff about me?” Bianca asked, giving the man a glance before turning back to Artea. “What exaaaactly did he say about me, hmmm? I hope it was nothing but good things, otherwise he’ll get a good whacking.” She crossed her arms as she listened to the answer, though, she would continue with her almost one-sided conversation regardless of what Artea said. After all, she had noticed something.

“...You’re giving me that look as you talk to me. The same look everyone has been giving me when I talk to them and tell them I’m in this group. You probably think the same thing, don’t you? That I’m too young, too little, and too weak to be in this group.” She looked down for a moment, pondering the thought, then sighing. “Well, I apologize, but...this is what I wanna do. I wanna go on this adventure and do something exciting. I’m sick of being cooped up with my parents in Lor. I’m grateful for this opportunity that Artur’s given me, and no matter what you guys think, I’m coming along. And trust me, it’ll be worth it. I promise.” She put her hand over her heart to indicate such a promise. And performing the gesture reminded her of something.

“...By the way, I’ve got a bit of a, uh, personal question for you. Do you mind if we talk over there for a short moment?” She pointed over to a spot nearby, but one that was out of earshot of the rest of the group. Bianca managed to drag the poor thief all the way over there before she turned and faced her.

“Sorry, but this bit is a little embarrassing, and I wanted to make sure that no one else heard this.” She stopped to take a deep breath, then continued. “I wanted to ask you this since you’re the only other girl in the group.” She paused for a moment, contemplating how to formulate her question. Once she thought of a good way to put it, she blurted it out. “That girl that just joined us, Ferma, was making fun of me and mocking me, and called me a ‘washboard’. So, I wanted to know...” She pointed to Artea’s chest. “...how do I grow ones like yours? I know yours aren’t that big, but they at least stick out more than mine...” She prodded her own chest momentarily before looking back up at Artea with sad puppy eyes. “Pleeeease tell me how I can grow them so mean old Ferma stops making fun of me. You’re the only other girl, so you’re the only one who can help me...” Bianca tried to look as dejected and as sad as possible as she continued to give the thief her sad puppy eyes.