Despite the older girl beside her's intensions, Kalina's smile slides off her face and her eyes, ever bright and sparkling, dull slightly. Despite her age and poor upbringing, she had the intelligence to know when she was being rebuked for her poor behaviour, and the sense to be ashamed by it. It would have been an understatement to say that the young Kelvic was stubborn, and for a moment she pouts. No one liked being told off. But the young lady was growing on Kalina: first she had saved Kalina from the men, and now she was buying her the greatest thing ever ever ever put on the face of earth: fish! The girl wanted to please Amelia, wanted to impress her, and she realises that she wasn't doing a very good job of it so far. Nervously, she bites down on her lower lip, her eyes drop to the ground. The woman was kneeling down directly in front of her, at just about eye level; there was no way she wanted to look up at her just now. Kalina listens quietly to her words, taking in Amelia's instructions on some of the most basic politeness principles: the ones that very one else would have been taught by adults around them in their most potent years, which the Kelvic never had the chance to learn. But now by the canal, she was ruminating over Amelia's words. "Thank you..." she utters as she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, still nervous, "Thank you for teaching me." She tries again, after the set off walking again. The pair walk in silence, Kalina was still slightly upset to continue on with the same talkative attitude as she had had before. Eventually, Amelia guides the pair of them into a small establishment and they sit at the table, where the older woman begins to order some food, before she turns to Kalina and asks her whether she was sure she wanted her fish raw or not. Briefly, she considers her options. She liked both ways of preparing the fish, and the logic she had earlier shared with Amelia was still sound, but she also liked the idea of continuing her attempts to impress the older girl. The internal debate doesn't last long, though, and, as if a switch had been flipped on the young girl's temperament, she grins brightly again. "Cooked!" Bouncing up and down, she nods emphatically, her knotted, greyish hair bouncing up and down wildly. She freezes, however, remembering the conversation they had just had and returns to nibbling on her lip. "Cooked, please," she says, a little more sombrely. |