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The collision caught Vae off guard completely. Neither inkwewa paying attention to their surrounds. A common human mistake which anyone would have made while running away from a creep. Though when the other inkwewa began bowing in apology several times made the teenager uncomfortable. So many memories that lingered inside traditions yet every single part of them created honor towards the family. Granted there wasn’t much the Native American could do when the familiar words slipped out from her still lips. [color=cc6600]"I don't quite understand Miss. I was the one at fault here yet you're the one apologizing? How is this fair to you? I'm sorry for not allowing you to pass."[/color] The young woman said in german making a shiver crawl up her spine.

[color=cc6600]”What I meant to say in English is I’m sorry. I was the one to bump into you. You did nothing wrong Miss. Though I would rather you rephrase some of your words. I’m not uncomfortable in the least bit. In all honesty I’m startled from the impact.”[/color] The young woman said as the man walked past with a victorious smirk upon his lips. It wasn’t hard to figure out what the guy was doing now. Most likely trying to find the ‘magical violinist’ everyone was talking about. Though what made a sinking feeling crawl inside her stomach was the way the man looked at them. As if there was a secret about to be unraveled for the whole world to see. If only staying invisible was possible in this world. Than Vae would be able to live a semi-normal life.

The young woman shifted from her place, making her jacket shift down from her shoulders, and revealing a short sleeved shirt underneath. The piece of clothing was nothing special yet the other woman would see what looked to be old scars of different shapes and sizes, along with what looked like be a fox tattoo located around her right shoulder. Granted once the Native American noticed the jacket out of place she quickly returned it upon her shoulders. [color=cc6600]” I wouldn't worry about helping someone like me. Honestly I’m not even worth an apology.’[/color] She commented blankly as she shifted towards the violin case.

The young woman quickly opened the case and pulled out the instrument. Her eyes looking closely for any sort of damage before nodding in approval. Carefully Vae placed the object back inside its holder, making sure to redo the locks, as she lifted her head. The young woman’s facial features seemed a bit strange. A rather difficult emotion to mimic because of the timing was far away now. If Vae attempted to repeat this girl’s reaction than she would know it was nothing more than a act. So why not change subjects?

[color=cc6600]”Actually I do need help. I’m assuming you’re from the school I’m searching for. Can you help me find it? I’m a bit new to this area and honestly I don’t feel safe without some company.”[/color]

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