A broad, earnest smile spreads across Kethra's face. She steps forward, a bit too close, takes the man's hand in both of her own and shakes it eagerly. The words come in a torrent, too fast for the man to reply.
"Hi! I'm Kethra! Oh, I'm SO excited to be here in the city. Is it as big as they say it is? I heard there are festivals - is there a festival now? I would love to go to a festival. Although ti's hard to believe a city could be any more interesting than this one already is. It's so, SO much bigger than the convent."
She pauses a moment to breathe, and feels suddenly self conscious.
"Oh! I'm sorry. That was a lot. The sisters used to tell me that I could kind of be a lot sometimes. What's your name?"
And then the moment of self-awareness passes, as quickly as it came, and she motors on without a pause once again.
"My name is Kethra! Did I already tell you that? I think I did. I'm looking for lost people. Do you know where I could find some? Or...er..." She purses her lips in thought, dropping the man's hand. "I suppose if you knew where I could find them, they wouldn't be lost, would they? Hrmm... This is going to be a lot harder than I thought."
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