By: An Angel's Wings
AN: I'm on rapid fire with this story, but I hope that doesn't make it's quality (from my laziness) worse. So, Chapter 3 is up and running, and reviews will make me much more willing to do more.
Disclaimer: A repeat of last chapter, I own neither FMA nor "Twilight".
Danke.
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Chapter 3
(. Say Hello .)
.//A man with no soul hath no life//.
Once again, the morning sun, without much to block it's rays, blared in my eyes. This time, I got up without complaint.
Seeing as how Granny wasn't up yet, I decided to surprise her by making breakfast this morning. I grabbed the necessities and turned on the stove, watching the sun absent-mindedly.
It seemed like another perfect day. The sun was gold, the grass was lush, the wind was soft. It was tranquil to watch. The morning, I mean. I was hypnotized by the perfection of it.
Then, the stove began to squeal.
I screeched, panicking as I dropped the pot in my hand and grabbed the dial and turned the stove off. I blew out some air of relief and sunk to floor, resting my head up against the drawers underlining the stovetop.
"I never have luck with cooking…" I murmured, directing the statement it to no one. I sighed and proceeded anyway.
Granny came down after I had finished, smiling at me in thanks for the preparation and taking her own plate of pancakes and sausage.
As the day passed quietly, our settling in continued until the mid afternoon. I was outside nailing the sign over the porch when I heard a familiar voice, instantly recognizing it to be Sadie. I turned around, even though I was holding up half the sign with one hand and hammering it down with the other.
I stuffed the hammer in my work pants and climbed down the ladder. The young girl rushed up to the house in excitement, rushing straight to the truck.
"Sadie!" Her sister, I recalled her name as Sabine, was running up the lawn. She reached her younger sibling in seconds. "Sadie! Come on, you can't just intrude on someone like this!" She seemed tired.
"But Sabine, I know…" Sadie looked to me with question. "What's your name again?" She whispered.
"Winry." I smiled kindly at the young girl.
"I know Winry! We're friends! Right?" Sadie seemed to want to hear only one answer.
"Sure." I answered back. She beamed.
Sabine reached our chat, putting her hands on her knees after she stopped. "Sorry about that…" She rose to face me, casually addressing the situation.
"I'm Sabine, and she's Sadie. In case she forgot to tell you." She offered me her right hand to shake, and I took it. She seemed like a comfortable person to be around, a plausible friend.
"I'm Winry."
"Um…Rockbell?" She asked, craning her neck to see past me.
I turned around to the sign I had half hung up, which read 'Rockbell Auto-mail..'. "Yeah…We're just getting settled in from our move yesterday. From Central City."
"Central City?" Her eyes lit up. "Ah, why did you move? Central is such a brilliant city! The fashion district especially, did you live near it? I'd love one of those-"
I interrupted, not catching onto the whole 'clothing infatuation' thing most of my age was into. I had more important things to care about, like the shop and actually giving people without limbs the ability to function. Seemed more like a practical interest to me, rather then what not to wear.
"No. We lived toward the downtown area."
"Ouch."
I waved my arms. "No. Not the bad downtown, just the outskirts of the upper district."
"Ah, well that's good. But…why did you move?"
"Our business. There are too many auto-mail shops over there, so my grandmother wanted to find a more rural town in need of our services."
She seemed curious. "Right…So auto-mail is a…prosthetic?" She was stuck in thought.
"Yup. " I paused, deciding to change the subject. "So is it usually so peaceful here?"
She seemed to lighten up. "Usually is an understatement. It's like this all the time. We have fantastic weather out here. The seasons are right, we get enough snow, a bit too much rain, but that helps the towns to the south of us…"
"Wow, you seem too know a lot about it here."
She smiled. "Everything there is too know. I've lived here all my life, so it's something I need to know about."
"Well, you're going to have to teach me, I really don't know anything about this town!"
She laughed. "Of course! Why don't you come down to the pasture tomorrow?"
"Pasture?" I asked.
"Right…" She turned her back to me to look around. "Um…my family runs a farm, it's right over there."
She pointed to a rather small ranch house with a vast area of picket fencing surrounding it, a few scattered animals in the fences expanses and a windmill to the far left of the cattle's holding area.
"See the white fence where all the cows are? Somewhere along there. Sadie and I'll wait by there tomorrow to show you around, okay?"
Sadie, popping out from behind the truck zoomed in on me. "Yay! Winry's coming over!" She threw her hands up in the air.
"Yes, Sadie, but tomorrow. Why don't you run home and tell mom I'll be back in a little while, k?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Sadie saluted dramatically, finishing it with a chuckle as she sped off down the front lawn. We watched her go, keeping an eye on her until she was almost at the tip of the large property.
"Bundle of fun, she is." Sabine said sarcastically, but I could tell she cared much for her sister.
"I never had a younger sibling. Not even an older one. I'm an only child." I announced it somewhat shyly.
"Oh." The slightest hint of surprise pressed itself into her expression.
"Hm…I should get going. Remember to meet by the pastures, ok?"
"All right, thanks!" I waved goodbye to Sabine as she walked down the dirt walkway.
Today seemed an awful lot like yesterday. Still learning new faces and new stories. I hoped tomorrow would offer me a chance to be inquisitive about this place; learn more about my new home.
Hopefully.
Fin de Capitulo Tres. Cual la es?
I just finished La clase de Espanol, and gosh darn it, it's haunting me! Well, start on Chapter 4, I guess…right? Yep.
Reviews, please! I didn't get any last chapter…--sniffle--
: ( ---- me being sad.
So please review!
--An Angel's Wings
