[center][h2][color=f7976a]Ayame[/color][/h2]
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A strange woman came up to the young girl and was complimenting on her idea of crying here in the corner. Isla stopped with pressing her hands against her ears and slowly let her hands drift downwards onto her bend knees. She looked up at the woman as tears sprung into her eyes "I-i-'m not c-crying!" She snapped at the woman. The woman thought that Ayame had a diffrent reason to be sad instead of her fear of crowds. The woman stated that she didn't like the color of the arena. Ayame had nothing of use to thia information but still kept it in the back of her mind. 

The woman suddenly began about shopping. Ayame quivered back against the wall and retreated her arms close to her body. The woman still managed to pull her alongsides her into thr city to shop. It wasn't with much force but Ayame didn't like the idea of being treated like this when they had met a new stranger. The woman adored the girl and called her quite small. Ayame pouted lightly and averted her eyes while hopping after the woman while whispering something small to herself "I'm not small." But her expression stiffened as the word dress came to subject. It looked like medusa had passed by cause Ayame was as pale as a statue "D...d-d..." Ayame slid over the ground with her feet "Dresses..." She gulped and tugged on her own hand to come free from the woman.

They turned a few corners when a woman had stopped both of them from proceeding. She at least seemed to have some human simpaty. Ayame gave a shy nod towards the woman with one of her hands close to her face "W-why d-d-do you need m-me"