Walking

((right on, my thought exactly...))

Quickly, Amalia walked from the shop, feeling the flush still on her face. She nodded in agreement with Ethan. "Anywhere is fine." She laughed as she saw him juggling the packages and snatched on. "Don't argue, you can barely see to walk!" She laughed again. "Sir, propriety is not necessary with me. Please, call me Amalia." She blushed yet again at his remark, a little angry with herself for acting this way. She never acted like this! She shook her head at his question of her social ranking and his confession of his own. "I am neither noble nor royal. A humble townsperson and the daughter of a pirate. I do not fear pirates. In fact, I would rather converse with a pirate much more than some of the people in this town." She meant, for the most part, nobilty. She had nothing against nobles, as she was friends with a few. But her experience with them was not good.

She lead the way through the town and up a hill towards her home.

Ethan followed her happily and handed her the packages because he did not want to step into a house with no invitation, it was not in his nature to be rude unless nessesary. "I'll wait here." he said with a hott smile. "We will go where you please." He stood respectfully on the steps awaiting her return.

"You are welcome, but it will only take a moment." Amalia quickly walked ducked into her house and looked around. No one was home. Probably at the clothing shop looking for gowns for the ball, she guessed. She quickly dumped the parcels on a nearby table and hurried back out the door. She did not want to be there when someone came home.

Ethan smiled happily as she came back out of the door. "Let's go, shall we?" he asked tenderly placing his arm around her shoulder. Feeling a big aggressive, he quickly took away his arm and continued walking by her side. His cheeks turned red.

Amalia smiled shyly as she walked next to Ethan. "So, Ethan, what brings you to Port Pearl?"

He looked at the ground as he walked and bit his lip with his hands in his pocket. "Well...i dont know really. i just kind of ran into it...." He said akwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Have you lived here your whole life?"

Carelessly, Amalia shuffled her feet. "Well, no. I came to live here a few years ago after the death of my mother." She bent low and scooped up a random flower from the earth, twirling it between her fingers absently.

Ethan picked a flower and stuck it in her hair. "Yes...my father died and my mother..." he cringed. He hadn't spoken about his mother in years. "She abandoned me...I know how hard things can be sometimes. "She brushed her hair out of her eyes and continued walking.

Amalia smiled as Ethan placed the flower in her hair. She looked at him with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that. You would be surprised how much I understand and how much our histories are alike."

((one more post then I gots to sleep, lol. But i'll be back aroung 11 am))

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Ethan smiled shyly. "Well this was fun. I'll see you around? I really must be going...." He said sadly. "I need to be back by my ship, we are setting off soon but we will be back in a few days. I'll see you then beautiful." He kissed her hand one more time and walked away.

Amalia stared after Ethan, a little awestruck and confused. Fun? Carting her things around for her offered very little fun, she was sure. She mentally shook herself, and stood there for a moment, deciding what her next move would be.

((just to let you know, if someone gets off, you dont have to end a post. You can pick it up later. Just letting you know, cause i know some sites arent like that )))

(((yea i know haha...we can just start a new one tomorrow ))))))

((ok. . I was on an RP once that I got yelled at for that...they said once aperson posting gets offline, you have to start a new post. I just wanted to make sure you knew this site isn't like that ))