Col was preoccupied by his bread, but Fyra noticed Elauni's gaze shift from them to the alleyway. She decided to keep an eye out, knowing that Col would not. She took a break from eating to watch and to wonder...
"Do you steal often, Elauni?" Fyra asked. "I don't mean to pry or anything. It's just that you were really natural back there." Fyra took her hair out and rebraided it in an attempt to seem more put-together. In reality, she was not used to having personal conversations. She and Col had never had to talk to understand each other. Or, at least, Fyra could not remember a time when they had had to speak. Granted, they met when she was very small; maybe she just didn't remember what it was like then.
Also, Col was a boy and her cousin. The only other girl her age that Fyra really talked to was Nicola, and those conversations mostly consisted of chiding remarks and rolling eyes.
Fyra had so many questions for Elauni. They hung at the tip of her tongue like raindrops to a leaf. Yet she held them back, knowing that listening was an important part of friendship.
Friendship? Is that what this was? Fyra had never had a friend outside of her family. She felt curious and excited and nervous all at once.
For a fleeting instant, Fyra remembered her hands. She was very conscious of the fact that they were closed around the loaf, palms hidden. Even if Elauni did grow to trust her, even if they did grow to be friends, she doubted that anyone in Sunberth would accept her if they knew her secret.
But the thought lasted only for a moment.