This was my first time visiting outside my home town and my mother had been frantic about letting me go traveling with what she dubbed "crazy people" out their.
However, I can write home with a clear conscious as Sharance seems like a rather peaceful village. The innkeeper was very kind, though a bit strange, and her two daughters were zany but certainly not "crazy." The food here has also been amazing and it wasn't until I was on my second plate of french fries and cheesecake that something peculiar happened.
Some boy a few tables over stands up and pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket and began this long speech that basically declares his love for the girl sitting across from him. It, though sappy, was pretty sweet and romantic, and ends in him proposing.
Then things got really strange very fast.
"Sofia, will you marry me?"
"No."
And then the blonde and lavanderette girl hug and everyone starts congratulating them. Another purple haired girl even starts going off about making wedding outfits out of cheese fondue and feathers and then a large, portly man with green hair and a monocle starts proclaiming that the whole thing was a disaster!
What? I don't get it...maybe my mother was right.
"Ow!" I state, turning to the girl next to me who was holding a giant syringe.
Well, I don't have a good feeling about this.