The Trail We Blaze

[Dust]

As an avid lover of music, Feiona had been drawn to the twangy musical fluttering of the lute. She was by far the smallest in the group of secondaries that collected around the mystery man, his booming voice hit her kitten ears with such clarity that she had to come see. The little girl struggled to squeeze through the tightly packed people, even getting stuck more than once. Her hips on one side of a pair of legs and her chest the other. This pressure was usually let up after she mewed a few times, but then she would land in the dirt and have to spend a few moments cleaning off her uniform with tears in her eyes.

When she looked up again, she saw less people than before. Her head shook violently from side to side, sending her curls about like spiral waves made in the ocean.

Eventually the girl looked up to see that she had even better of a view of the golden haired man with dusty blond brows and facial hair. Her eyes shine against the glare off his golden map and she mews with excitement before joined the others in the very front row. Her run was delicate, something between a skip and sprint making her whole body jog to the right or left.

Feiona comes to a stop before him, clapping her hands in front of her bell on her chest and looking up with stars in her cosmic blue eyes. “Mr. No Name. Mr. No Name~! Will there really be uncounted treasures and aventure!?” She purred with the excitement of a little girl. The kind you’d hear if they were talking about dolls or boys. “Master would approve, I know he would!” She laughed and spun. “I’m in!” Her volunteering came in the form of her hand up in the air.

A moment later she however lost her balance and fell towards Shnearf, who caught her with some sweat beading on their head. “Easy, girl.” They said, then helped her back on her feet.

The neko smiled nervously, rubbing her cheek and laughing it off. “S-Sorry. I was just a little too excited. Heh!” She excused, but internally decided she ought to be more careful or they will say she can't’ come.

"What is a little girl like you doing in a crowd like this, anyways?" The savior of her fall asked.

This brings a bit of dread into her stomach to spoil the mood. She laughed it off nervously and said the first thing that comes to her mind. "I'm actually 20." She stated. If it was a lie no one could tell.