Snippet #1841397

Emmaline looked down as Aaron apologized for her parents' death, a pity she was well accustomed to. People often saw her as the poor orphan child rather than a young woman making due with herself, it was a weak spot that Tabitha often played whenever Emma did threaten to leave. With her eyes cast away, she felt a soft tension around her neck from the chain of the locket being pulled, Emma filched, her hand ready to strike at Aaron in protection. Her mother's locket, a prized possession that she did not allow anyone besides herself to touch. It was the only thing she had left, besides a love of music, to fully remember the woman by. Her eyes meet his in a panic to reclaim her possession, but hesitation settled in as to gazed into his midnight orbs. Emma's hand returned to her side, allowing him to continue investigating the piece of fine silver. She swallowed, unsure why she was captivated by his eyes and stare. Something about him was different. He was like a puzzle that needed to be opened, something that Emma wanted to find a solution to.

Immediately as Aaron released the locket, Emmas own hand flew up to meet the silver, clutching it tightly in unconscious habit. It still felt the same as always, he had not harmed it in any way. While Aaron spoke, Emma played with her hair using her free hand, releasing it from the bun and pulling to the side, ignorant to the mental turmoil that the simple action was putting Aaron through. She smiled, what need he would have for a room. "Are you a traveler, Sir Aaron ?" she asked, looking him over carefully. London was a city of wonder, it was not uncommon for the rich to come out and play with its grandeur. "As for a room, Tabitha does not rent out, it was hard enough for her to allow me a bed to sleep with I was still young. I know of a few local inns if you are in need of a bed. I myself stay in a renter's dorm a few blocks down. Family or not, there is only so much of that woman I can handle," she joked, her laugh sounding like bells. "Are you staying in London long? Perhaps if you have a free moment someday I can show you around a bit. Get an insider's perspective of the city," she asked daringly. Emma smiled, unsure what it was that made it interested in this boy. All she knew, was that she didn't care what it could be. He was most unusual indeed.