Glancing down, Topaz stared at the hand around her wrist; following it up to the connecting arm and finally to the person it belonged to as the teen boy lead her down another street of now small buildings, whether they were waist high or shoulder high, it was just another thing that added to the unsettling situation.
“Trip…” was the only nervous words Topaz could manage herself to say, stopping immediately as she realised how pathetic it must have sounded but it was still enough to get a glance back in her direction. Lowering her head, Topaz let out a quiet sigh, the girls long fringe hiding her eyes from view, unsure what to say next. This whole sensation was new and she hated the vulnerable feeling that seemed to have come with it! Trip on the other hand had said nothing since he found her at the harbor, and yet he called her strong before, she heard him clear as day but right now it was a brave face, the act fell apart long ago, there was nothing strong about