The fresh, earthy and unfamiliar aroma of our new home was rudely interrupted by a thick, black smoke trailing behind the cab we had been in only moments ago.
Marcy gagged, and I muffled my coughs with the sleeve of my shirt.
"Who does that? Just speeds off and away with two people standing right behind their car. How rude!" Marcy exclaimed with disgust, as she heaved and lifted up her larger-than-life suitcase. Although our packing process was meant to be hurried, Marcy took her time cramming each and every article of clothing from her closet into her suitcase. She could barely zip the thing.
Bells jingled above our heads as we pushed through the door and into the town hall. A young, bright-eyed pelican looked us up and down, beaming. "Ah, hello!" she chimed, clapping her two wings together. "You two must be the new villagers! Welcome, welcome!" Why was she so excited to see us? For all she knew, we could be murderers on the run! She probably just didn't want to drive us away. It seemed as if the whole town of Crispin was sugar-coated especially for our arrival. It was a nice relief, having a kind and friendly little city to live in. Definitely a few steps up from Marcy and me's old home, where gunshots were about an as common sound as the birds humming their songs.
"Yes, my name's Marcy and this is Darren." Marcy replied sweetly, saving me from having to introduce myself. The thing about Marcy and I was that we were almost complete opposites-I'm deathly afraid of any form of social interaction, and Marcy's glad to talk to anybody. For some odd reason we still get on happily.
"Oh, wow. May I say, it's nice to have a young, good-looking couple like the two of you to move in around here." the pelican behind the desk said with a wink.
"What? Oh, God, no. We're not a couple. Marcy's my sister." I announced, shocked that she would even assume such a thing. For one, I looked about 4 years older than Marcy (which I was). But aside from that we looked like twins, both sharing the same dark hair.
"Oops, I'm so sorry. My, what an awkward assumption. Anyways, I'm Pelly. I work here at the town hall. Um, the two of you should probably go out and settle down. Tom Nook's setting up a house for you, I believe. He's out there somewhere, it shouldn't be hard to find him." Pelly told us hurriedly, in an attempt to make up for her strange guess about our relationship, I presumed. "I have a feeling you will love it here in Crispin. It's a small, refreshing little village." Pelly said, smiling. "Just," she continued, her smile fading. "try to stay in at night. We've been having some... forgot it." she ended, shaking her head. Her eyes were full of a bottled up worry. We would soon find out what for.