Tʜᴇ Aʀᴍʏ ᴏғ Fɪᴠᴇ [an advanced roleplay] discussion

Busy and full of noise and smells, the main street of the Amethyst Clan is the place to be on a Friday night. It has the best shops and bars, as well as leading up to the hospital at one end and the market on the other. Often regarded as the most crowded place in all of Agoroth, it certainly lives up to most people's expectations.

Sibylla held on tightly to Lyra's hand as she walked through the busy street. She couldn't be late to work again, and if she hurried, she would be able to drop Lyra of at a friends house before she reached the hairdressers. Lyra, on the other hand, seemed perfectly OK with dawdling, stopping to look at things and smiling up at people. Sibylla gripped Lyra's hand tighter and tugged her away from the shop that had captivated Lyra's attention next.

"I wanna dress," Lyra proclaimed.
"You already have a dress," Sibylla muttered.
Lyra's dress was rather old, and had had its hems let out more times than it should have, but it still looked fine. As did all of her clothes, but Lyra still managed to complain about them.
"But my dress is ugly," Lyra continued in the stubborn voice only a three-year-old could have.

Collette walked down the street, a coffee in her hand and her purse at her side. She wasn't in much of a rush, the class started in an hour. Nonetheless she still liked to be early. She had alwats felt that on time was late and early was on time. Kind of a motto of hers you could say.
Collette wore a nice black jacket over her pink blouse, and her high heels clicked on the pavement. While not paying attention, she almost bumped into a lady who was with her kid. Luckily the coffee didn't spill.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" Collette quickly apologized.

Sibylla heard Lyra squeal before she was aware that she had nearly bumped into a smart looking woman who was undoubtedly on her way to an important event or job, or at least something like that.
"No, no, I wasn't concentrating. It's as much my fault as it is yours. Sorry," she said, squeezing Lyra's hand. "Lyra? Say sorry for bumping into the woman, please,"

Lyra muttered something that could have been an apology, but she seemed too encaptured by the woman's shoes to really concentrate on anything else. "Lyra," Sibylla said, more than a little bit mortified.

Collette inwardly sighed in relief that the woman was not upset. She was also amused that the little girl was so interested in her heels.
"Then I suppose we share the same problem, distraction can be quite the curse, especially out here on the streets" she replied kindly. Collette could help but notice that the lady was very pretty, but she forced the thought away. She had a child, and the woman most likely wasn't interested in a relationship with her. Plus it would be quiet odd if she were to start a full conversation with her on a busy street at this time. After all, everyone seemed like they were in a rush to get someplace. Making friends probably was not their concern at the moment, only getting to their businesses might.

Lyra tugged on Sibylla's arm. "Mummy, I want heels," she said, looking up earnestly.
"Well, you can't have any, Lyra," Sibylla replied. She wished that for five seconds Lyra would stop demanding things and focus on what was going on around her. "Heels are bad for your ankles."

"We really must get going," Sibylla said, lifting up Lyra's hand. "I need to get Lyra here to her friends house,"
Lyra, of course, was already distracted by a man walking a dog on the other side of the road. Sibylla quickly realised how rude this sounded. "Unless, of course, you're heading in the same way...?" she finished lamely.

Collette smiled at how the little girl seemed to ask for things a lot. She remembered herself being like that once too.
She didn't really find what the woman said to be rude, rushy maybe but not rude.
"I do believe I'm going in the wrong direction, that is if you don't mind me walking along with you." Call llette replied, thinking about where she was headed. It wouldn't be a problem getting to the college if she took the way the woman and the little girl were going.

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((I have to go now but I'll update when I can - sorry (I'm going to see Hairspray)))

((Hairspray is awesome. Enjoy!))

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"C'mon, Lyra," Sibylla said. Lyra raised her hands. "I wanna be carried," Lyra always wanted to be carried, even though she was three now, and far too heavy. Sibylla told her so, and Lyra looked like she was about to cry for a second before perking up up again, giggling and pointing at a busker.
"Please concentrate on where you're going," Sibylla said quietly, before turning to the lady they were walking with.

"I'm Sibylla, and this is my little sister, Lyra," she said, "but you may have already guessed that."

"I'm Collette" she replied "It's very nice to meet the both of you"
she looked down the road and could see the peak of the college building over the roofs of the stores. It was a good thing she had gotten up so early or else she would have been
late.
"Should we get walking then? Wouldn't want to make you late" she said, wondering if she was holding up the woman.

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Sibylla pulled Lyra along with her, wishing Lyra would hurry up just a little bit. Lyra never seemed to understand the concept of speed, so her and Sibylla always had to leave early if they ever wanted to get somewhere on time.

"People always expect me to be late, anyway," Sibylla said. "Lyra always seems to take such a long time getting ready, no matter how early I leave the house we're always running behind schedule."
Them running behind schedule was also Sibylla's fault, she couldn't leave the house without making sure everything was in order and Lyra looked like a functioning member of society.

Collette walked alone side them, watching how Siylla tugged along her daughter. She wondered what it was like to have a child, since she had only ever worked with young adults. But never toddlers or anyone near that age.
"Well at least you make it there, right?" she replied with a small thoughtful nod. Collette could understand how people get used to others' habits. It was like adapting in a way, you become so knowing to the fact that they will almost always be late in this case.

"Oh, sometimes we don't," Sibylla sighed. "We've missed parties and sometimes doctors appointments became Lyra gets distracted by something. Sometimes she doesn't even get out of bed, do you?" she said, directing the last part of her comment towards Lyra, who ignored her.
"Young children are awful," Sibylla finished. "I can't wait until she grows up - maybe she'll realise the importance of being on time."

The buildings had stopped being just stores, and were now fading into half-houses and apartment buildings. Lyra's friends lived a few minutes more walk for someone walking at average speed, which Sibylla knew wouldn't happen.

"Oh, well that's quite the shame" Collette said, pondering over this. Not making it to some events, that must have been very frustrating for her. Collette inwardly applauded how Sibylla still put up with it all. Some people just gave up if it was too hard.

"But there must be something good about having a young one, isn't there?" Collette asked curious in reply, wondering how much farther little Lyra's friend was from there.

"Well," Sibylla said, "sometimes people give me and Lyra a seat when we want one;" Sibylla laughed.
"Although Lyra herself isn't that bad either, when she pays attention to me."
The mentioned Lyra was concentrating on not stepping on the cracks on the pavement and humming a tune under her breath.

"I just have to turn down here to drop Lyra off to her friends house. It'll probably be a ten minute detour, sorry," Sibylla said, taking Lyra's shoulders and pulling her to the start of an alley. Lyra giggled, hopping over the cobblestones.

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"OK that's fine" Collette said with a hesitant nod. It occurred to her that the little girl would drag her mother behind. She would probably take a while. Unfortunately the time was drawing near to her being late.
But Collette decided it was alright to wait just a little bit. She had never been late before anyways.