Oswald watched as his olive branch was acknowledged and yet at the same time, ignored. The girl disappeared once more around the wagon, the only indication she was taking his offer up, was the feeling of slightly more weight being added to the wagon. Lucia watched as the stranger made her way to her side. She smiled at her brother's slightly pink cheeks, and stiffened shoulders.
"Names Lucia. Nice to meetcha!" She smiled at the girl. Maybe she wouldn't bee so annoyed.
Oswald tugged and the horses began trotting once more. The wagon began to creak it's way into to the city, coming closer and closer to assumable calamity and adventure. Lucia looked their new companion over, her eyes resting on the girls bracelet. She wondered how the person who made it did so, it looked very complicated...
"That's a neat piece of metal you have on your arm." Her eyes had a new shine to them, living with only family one would need a hobby. Jewelry was Lucia's.
