[ The caramel dipped apple vendor gives the wandering girl a patient look, then shakes his head, pointing up the boardwalk towards the cluster of Waker tents intended for new arrivals.
"That's who you'll be wanting, miss," he says, apologetically. Something seems to strike him, looking at her, and he plucks an apple from its tray and presses it on her to take with her when she goes. She's such a small, hapless looking thing - not unlike the pink butterfly that swoops up from the crevice she had been observing the bustle from to flit around Nona's face after she moves away from the apple cart. ]
Hello! [ She says, friendly and lilting. ] Are you lost?
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"That's who you'll be wanting, miss," he says, apologetically. Something seems to strike him, looking at her, and he plucks an apple from its tray and presses it on her to take with her when she goes. She's such a small, hapless looking thing - not unlike the pink butterfly that swoops up from the crevice she had been observing the bustle from to flit around Nona's face after she moves away from the apple cart. ]
Hello! [ She says, friendly and lilting. ] Are you lost?