[River hides her melancholy well. But then, Wilhelm isn't the one who can feel another's gloom like the shift in winds before it rains. She might sense the clouds stretching over him, grey sheets of loneliness, as he picks his way around the holes left behind by people who are no less important now that they're gone. In her company, the clouds recede to the distance, but they linger all the same.]
Sure.
[His experience with young children is...limited, but how hard could it be to get some answers out of them? Surveying the schoolyard, his eyes land on a cluster of children gathered by the fence. While others have begun to disperse, these kids fixate on whatever is at the center of the circle they've formed. He sends River a look, then heads over.]
Hey, how's it going?
[One girl from the group glances up at him, but the rest ignore him. Suddenly Wilhelm remembers, oh yeah, that he sucked at making friends on the playground when he was a kid, and apparently that hasn't changed in the last decade. He shifts awkwardly on his feet.]
Uh...that's one of those Eifstide dolls, right? Cool.
[We're not supposed to go into the red room, one boy mutters. Another echoes him in a fierce whisper. Wilhelm turns a concerned look on River, because what the fuck does that mean?]
no subject
Sure.
[His experience with young children is...limited, but how hard could it be to get some answers out of them? Surveying the schoolyard, his eyes land on a cluster of children gathered by the fence. While others have begun to disperse, these kids fixate on whatever is at the center of the circle they've formed. He sends River a look, then heads over.]
Hey, how's it going?
[One girl from the group glances up at him, but the rest ignore him. Suddenly Wilhelm remembers, oh yeah, that he sucked at making friends on the playground when he was a kid, and apparently that hasn't changed in the last decade. He shifts awkwardly on his feet.]
Uh...that's one of those Eifstide dolls, right? Cool.
[We're not supposed to go into the red room, one boy mutters. Another echoes him in a fierce whisper. Wilhelm turns a concerned look on River, because what the fuck does that mean?]