Calla had sat on the dirty ground, feeling the flames as the person burned. Her parental units had left her in the crowd, and there was nowhere to go, nothing to do, except stay put and pray that she'd be rescued. Her blindness had too many downsides.
"Excuse me?" Calla had gotten up and she was tugging on the leg of the nearest person she could find. "I don't know how to go home. I need to find my parental unit, please."
(That person can be anyone of your guys' char.)
(It could be Lucy, ig, she really loves little kids lol)
okay!
Oliver and Lucy had been walking towards the wooded area where Lucy’s cabin was located. They would find a secluded area around there to bury the body at. But Lucy was stopped when there was a tug at her leg and a small voice. The pair looked down at the little girl.
“What do they look like?” Oliver asked, receiving a slap on the arm from Lucy.
“She’s blind, Oli,” she snapped softly, and he nodded slowly. Drunk bastard.
“Of course, sweetie. Do you know their names?” She asked in a sweet tone, crouching down to be eye level with her.
"No. They are my parental units. I need to find them." Calla restated, unsure what to do at this point. "They are taller than me. I know this. It is not safe to be out alone. I need to find my parental units."
“Parental units? Why do you call them that?” Lucy asked, looking at the little girl with a furrowed brow. She looked up at Oliver with a questioning look, and he shrugged, adjusting his grip on the bag.
Here they were, talking to a blind child with a witches body in a sack. The day couldn’t get more strange and uncomfortable.
"That is not important. We must do what is important. I cannot find my parental unit. I need to find them. It is not safe to be out alone." silent tears streamed down Calla's cheeks. "I cannot find my parental unit."
Orion is rather confused by the small child crying, and meanders over. Nodding to the other Adults(TM) he kneels next to her. "Hello, my name is Orion, would you like assistance?"
"I would like assistance." Calla nodded. "My parental unit is missing."
Lucy frowned up at the new arrival. There was definetly something off about his aura. Oliver studied the man for a moment before looking down at Lucy with an arched brow, receiving a quick nod. Oliver’s lips pulled into a tight line before he stepped away at a quick pace. He knew that Lucy would want him to get the body out of there before people started asking questions. He wasn’t sure how much the people in the town would buy their “souvenir” story.
She didn't like being ignored. Calla puckered her lips and her eyes started to well up and she stared at the ground, about ready to throw a tantrum.
Julianna walked by the group before pausing, the little girl looking highly upset. “What’s going on?” She asked, concern lacing through her voice.
"I am blind, do you hear me?" Calla screamed. "I need to find my parental unit! Everyone keeps asking what's wrong, but no one is helping!" she stomped her feet on the ground and screamed some more.
“Hey, hey,” Julianna said hurriedly, crouching in front of Calla and gently taking her hand. “I need you to calm down. Do you know where you lost them?”
//parental unit is so cute
(it's what I call my parents :P)
"No. I do not. I do not even know where I am." Calla stopped screaming, instead clenching her fists and trembling. "I am blind." she whispered. "I have said this already."
“I know, sweetie,” she said. “How long have you been looking.”
"I don't know. I am six." she held up six fingers, one on one hand, all five on the other.
“Okay, can you remember the last time you saw them?”
"Saw?" how could this person be so ignorant? Calla shuffled awkwardly and kept her head down.
“Sorry,” she said hastily, realizing her mistake. “Last time you were with them.”
"Before the woman started to burn." she fiddled with her fingers. "Before she started to scream. Before the flames consumed her and burnt the flesh off her bones." she seemed to be staring off into space, her eyes taking a dull look.
“….okay then. Right before?”
"Yes. We were separated in the crowd."
“Alright. What’s your name?” She asked, straightening up.
Calla stiffened. "I do not know if I should tell you that."
“Can you tell me something your parental unit would recognize you by?”
"I am blind." Calla said, sniffing the smoke-filled air.
“I mean, I guess that would work,” she said, looking around. “Hello? There’s a blind girl here who’s looking for her parental unit!” The shouts attracted a little attention.
Orion continued to kneel next to the girl. "Alright, let's find your parents then, yeah? What do their voices sound like, are they big when they hug you, or small? Does your father's face feel scratchy? Does your mother have long hair, or short, and is it soft when you touch it. Do they smell like anything in particular?"