He turned to the young woman from the wagon, aware that she could not possible have met any of the pearls since she just arrived. That was why people were here, right? “We could go down closer to the shore,” he suggested. “Since one of the pearls has come up onto the sand, you probably want to see her closer, and the kid will probably want to, too.” He turned back, then, looking toward Aoivas and the water in time to see a young girl reach out to touch.
There were people in between them. There was significant distance in between them. He could be wrong.
He could be right. She was taller...was her hair a little longer? Why would she be here? There was no way the orphanage would have brought the kids down here, and she was dressed too well to be living there. Surely if she’d been adopted they would have told him?
No, they wouldn’t have. They would have been trying to figure out a way to get his marks out of him without him finding out there was no way he’d ever see her again.
But that might not be her…
“Klah,” he whispered to his fancy flitt. Suddenly there was a use for the creature, a task the brown could do for him that he would not be able to do for himself. “Go to that girl,” and he held the image of the child touching the pearl solidly in his mind. “Do not leave her until I get to talk to her,” he instructed firmly. “Stay with her.” If she wasn’t Yanna, she would probably enjoy having a flitt play with her until he could arrive. If she was…
He had completely forgotten that a child ran into him moments ago. He wasn’t interested in finding THAT kid anymore. He needed to get to this one, because if Yanna was at this feast, he had to know. He did remember the young woman standing next to him, though. He could lead her down to the pearl, the two of them together might have an easier time getting through the crowd?
Klah didn't need to push his way through the crowds, he cheerfully popped between and appeared right next to the little girl's head. Elannel's thoughts about the girl had been excited, so the brown was too, chirping at her as he flew around her head. Given half a chance, he'd land on her shoulder, so that she couldn't get rid of him. He didn't know what was important about this girl, but playing with a child was a much more pleasant task than helping to get rid of fish guts. This was fun!