Fraise had stopped smiling by now. Her eyes...it would be quite exaggerating to say that they burned with a cool blue flame, but the spark in those pupils had shifted from a merry twinkle to something somewhat harder. It was not fun being here. It was the pits. She was fidgety, and it was now a newer, liquid smooth blue adrenaline that coursed through her blood. The adrenaline of poison. It was as if a glass soul was the one moving those lips and that young body.
"I...am bored. Why. Why do adults talk so much. Social niceties, satirical yabber yabber yabber. I've really had enough of that back there, home. It's not even a merry funtime of laughter anymore, I can't bear this atmosphere of veiled insuilts and verbal sparring anymore. If people want to be nasty, why not come out outright and be nasty? It's not worthy of my focus. And they say a child is naive. Right. Of course, it is adults that say that, so given the bias nature of that statement, I really should not be taking offense right?"
"Why are we just sitting here? Mmmm?"
"And I really thought that this would be something fun, I guess I was mistaken."
"All this talk about the Jotnar being related to us."
"It they could be my related younger incest born little brother and I still wouldn't care. It's just our job."
"This...is boring. When will we leave?"
And then the glass soul slithered away into the depths of the human psyche, leaving nothing but a merry, sparkling, twinkly eyed girl behind.
"I'm BORED. And I've finished my ICE-CREAM! Can we go can we go can we go can we go when can we go when can we go when can we go can we go and we go can we go please please pretty pretty please please please?" Tugging at the shirt of the storyteller nearest to her, she smiled a gaped toothed baby grin up towards the guy's spider-like face.
And in the inn, melting out of the shadows, huddled in a corner of Room 1...a single red eye flashed, and the crouched figure sat still.