[She's four and a half feet tall, but you wouldn't know it by the way she slouches. This girl's gnarled hunch and tangle of white hair make her look like the littlest old lady one could find, except for the youth of her face. But that youthful face is sour—not openly resentful, maybe a little too passive aggressive for that, but she looks unamused and unwilling to cooperate. There's something stern about her, as if anyone she lays eyes on is liable to hear a very detailed personal criticism.]
But it's stupid, [she says to the ticketmaster, wobbling a bit on her twig-like legs.] If it's stupid, I shouldn't have to pay to get in.
[Her voice is quite soft, almost cottony, but she really does sound critical.]
b. trying to leaf
[Whoever you are—whether you're trying to get home yourself, or whether you're just watching the new folk scurry around in the woods—the looming trees are rustling with a wind that isn't present. The air is mostly still, but the leaves are going wild: here and there, a tree limb will shake, and leaves and maybe odd fruit fall down to the ground. It's eerie, and the atmosphere is made even worse when some birds are disturbed from their sleep and shoot out of the tree in a panic.
...
Momentarily, it grows quiet, trees gone still, and then...
A very small girl pops out of some leaves. Her face is calm and mostly smooth, aside from the slight wrinkle of her nose, and her long white hair sways in the air as her body hangs from a branch.]
An odd smell around here, [she says,] don't you think.
shijima kuro'okano | nabari no ou | newbie
[She's four and a half feet tall, but you wouldn't know it by the way she slouches. This girl's gnarled hunch and tangle of white hair make her look like the littlest old lady one could find, except for the youth of her face. But that youthful face is sour—not openly resentful, maybe a little too passive aggressive for that, but she looks unamused and unwilling to cooperate. There's something stern about her, as if anyone she lays eyes on is liable to hear a very detailed personal criticism.]
But it's stupid, [she says to the ticketmaster, wobbling a bit on her twig-like legs.] If it's stupid, I shouldn't have to pay to get in.
[Her voice is quite soft, almost cottony, but she really does sound critical.]
b. trying to leaf
[Whoever you are—whether you're trying to get home yourself, or whether you're just watching the new folk scurry around in the woods—the looming trees are rustling with a wind that isn't present. The air is mostly still, but the leaves are going wild: here and there, a tree limb will shake, and leaves and maybe odd fruit fall down to the ground. It's eerie, and the atmosphere is made even worse when some birds are disturbed from their sleep and shoot out of the tree in a panic.
...
Momentarily, it grows quiet, trees gone still, and then...
A very small girl pops out of some leaves. Her face is calm and mostly smooth, aside from the slight wrinkle of her nose, and her long white hair sways in the air as her body hangs from a branch.]
An odd smell around here, [she says,] don't you think.