"That's a rather horrific scowl. Are you lost, dear, small child?"
"Not in the least," says Alison, walking faster. "Are you color-blind?"
"What a strange thing to ask. I don't think I am, though if I was, I doubt I would know. Why do you think I would be?"
"Well, based on your hair. I'm wondering if you meant to get hair dye that would make you blonde but ended up with blue instead because you can't differentiate between yellow and blue." Alison grins, every inch an impudent teenager.
"I'll have you know that it took me a very long time indeed to find this shade of blue!"
"Did it?"
"Yeah. I had to go into three shops."
"Three isn't that many."
"I don't get out too much." Clarabelle shrugs. "So, if you are not lost, where are you going?"
Alison blinks quickly, and she forces herself to shrug. "I'm looking for my sister, actually."
"And who might she be?"
"Stephanie Edgley," says Alison, wondering if she should just start running now.
"Never heard of her," says Clarabelle breezily. "Why are you looking for her?"
"Because I don't know where she is. Obviously."
"So you are lost," says Clarabelle, smiling.
A/N: Clarabelle is really fun to write dialogue with.
~Mademise Morte
