Rebuilding Appaloosa Plains

Part Two: L'amour "You didn't get her number?" Amelia huffed. "Bloody hell, Em, I thought you like this girl." "Uh, well— I didn't say that," Emery answered sheepishly. Amelia shook her head but was smiling. "You like her." "I don't know," Emery sighed. "She was just being friendly… Doesn't matter anymore anyway." "Not with that attitude," Amelia scoffed. "You said she goes to the nectary a lot, yeah?" Emery nodded. "Then I guess you'll just have'ta go back a few times," Amelia smiled. "You're sure to run into her again." Emery returned to the hostel after class, still thinking about Amelia's suggestion. She wished she'd had more time (and courage) to ask Amelia more questions. Like, how do you know when someone's interested in you? Or if they're flirting? Can you learn and practice flirting, or does it need to be with so...

Part One: Bienvenue Emery stirred as the taxi came to a stop. The sun was bright and harsh to her tired eyes. She'd fallen asleep on the long drive from the airport to the hostel where she'd be staying in Champs Les Sims. She blinked to see out the car window more clearly, and the large building came into focus. It was very old, but well cared for; despite its obvious age, the exterior did not look in need of any refurbishment. It was larger than Emery had expected, and she wondered what it was originally used for before it was converted into a hostel. She paid the driver and thanked him as he helped her get her bag out of the taxi, then headed inside. She was greeted by a member of the staff, an older woman with white and gray hair pulled back into a neat bun and thick, black rimmed glasses perched on her nose. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Avez-vous une réservation?" "Uh," Emery hesitated. "Oui, c'est une chambre pour Emery Tevellyn." "B...