The World of Rhune

“Well me and my,” Robin paused for a moment, considering, “Family, have been to lots of different places. So far, this one wins for ‘places I least want to go.’” Robin narrowed her eyes slightly as the boy stood up from the wall. It was a small movement but it made him better prepared for an attack. Robin decided if there was one thing she liked about this boy, despite it all he wasn’t as cocky as he seemed. “Besides, I’m not blonde,” Robin fingered her hair and held it up for him to see. “Either way, I don’t want ‘to be your thing,’ or whatever.” Robin looked at the boy more closely, he looked familiar somehow. “Are you some important guy, anyways?” You seem awful familiar and it is an art to find you, right?” Robin said.

Robin decided this conversation was lasting a little too long for her liking. She didn’t know this boy and she was edging to leave this place. How her mother grew up here, Robin couldn’t figure out. But Robin was having a harder time wrapping her mind around the fact that her mother had raised her to be strong and independent, obviously the opposite she had been taught. Robin gave the boy one last look over, committing his face to memory, “Well goodbye, whatever-your name is.” Robin spun on her heel and headed out of the alley, though she still watched the boy in her peripheral vision in case he decided to try anything. He could follow her if he wanted, but it seemed unlikely, so Robin just melded into the crowd in her usual way. She had picked up how to be as inconspicuous as anyone from the gypsies, though she was having a harder time with it here in this unknown country.