Ask her to dance!
Ask her to dance!
Ask her to dance!
Donnell struggles to repress the urge in his head as he awkwardly attempts to make conversation with Maia. It always seems so much easier when haggling over the price of meat! "Err...so, this is...unusual, isn't it? I wonder why these people chose to come to Clearbrook? Have you ever heard of this ritual they're talking about? I hope they're careful with that fire, believe me, you've got to know what you're doing..." Donnell trails off lamely, realizing that he is babbling.
Just then, Len Harker passes by with a small, unfamiliar dog at his heels. Rory lurches forward to sniff at the strange dog, and Donnell leaps at the chance to save himself from his own discomfort and shyness. "Hear, Rory! Leave that fellow alone!" he calls, a little too loudly and obviously, as everyone knows his bloodhound would never harm another dog without provocation. Donnell nods at Len, a passing acquaintance. "Evening, Harker. Got yourself a new friend, have you?"