((I'm not inactive... am I? Wait a minute! Of course I'm not! *looks at all her long regular posts* nyah nyah, I rule
Hmmm, i'm a little high on sugar...
))
Callet watched the city of Bevelle draw nearer on the horizon. She hung her arms off the railing she leant against and pondered what she was going to do. She could either continue journeying with the people from Zanarkand and hope they could survive in this time period. Or she could try to explain what happened to her and travel with the Al Bhed.
The watership soon reached Bevelle and Callet jumped off at the dock, waving to the Al Bhed as she went. She followed behind Frederick, which was actually rather difficult because of the crowds. When he entered a quiet cafe she also went inside and sat down next to him. She glanced around at the large crowds in the streets and noticed the difference in appearance between the general population and herself.
Callet frowned slightly, turning to study Frederick and drumming her fingers along the table at the same time. "I hope I made the right choice in sticking with you Fred. Can I call you that? Frederick is such a long name..." Callet blushed lightly when she realised that she had started rambling. "Sorry," she mumbled, folding her arms on the tabletop and placing her chin on them, "I'm just nervous. I look very out of place here, and I don't want anyone arresting me for looking different or something stupid like that."