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Sparrow opens her eyes at the sound of soft footsteps coming in her direction. Seeing the young man standing before her causes her to sit up straighter and smile brightly. [color=7bcdc8]"Welcome to Sanctuary,"[/color] she says cheerfully. Folding the cloth back up and slipping it into the front pocket of her dress she stands and curtsies, strands of her hair fall over her eyes and upon straightening she pulls the unruly locks over her right shoulder in one fluid motion. She looks over the newcomer, her cool blue eyes studying him from top to bottom before looking him in the eye again. Realizing she had remained quiet for too long she lets out a nervous laugh and forces the smile to remain on her face, rather than show any sort of nerves. [color=7bcdc8]"You're probably starving if you just got here. Come with me and we'll get you some food."[/color]

She takes his hand in her own and then blinks, pausing for a second and staring in to space. [color=7bcdc8]"You asked how long I've been here,"[/color] she says thoughtfully. [color=7bcdc8]"Sorry, I just get a little flustered when I meet someone so uh... new. I've been here for quite some time. Not as long as a few of the villagers, but longer than you have!"[/color] She giggles and her cheeks flush a light pink as she rambles through her speech. [i]Why is this making me feel so weird?[/i] she thinks to herself, but the thought quickly passes as she returns to her rather odd attempt at a welcome. 

Food had always been her family's way of coming together and relaxing, which explained her father's rather round stomach, and so she continued on that note. Not only did the food here taste fantastic, it would give her a chance to show the new guy around, and she always felt more at ease when in the kitchen.

[color=7bcdc8]"Now, food. You need to eat."[/color] Glancing down she realizes that she was still holding his hand. She lets go immediately and her face reddens further. Nervously she runs one of her hands through her hair and then clasps them together. [color=7bcdc8]"Um, sorry... Would you like me to show you to the dinning hall?"[/color] Her voice softens as she speaks, clearly embarrassed and even more nervous than she had been when the boy had first spoken to her.

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