Ami had grown up in the Shopping District, filled to the brim with craftsmen—and, more to the point, craftsmen that had dedicated their lives to their respective arts so thoroughly that it wore out their bodies even as they stubbornly kept on practicing. They were all stubborn, so she and the other children of the District had learned early on how to aid or support the older men without noticeably doing so—or damaging their pride in the process.
Her fingers curled in one of his sleeves, moving back seamlessly with the slight near-stumble. It implied to any passersby that the motion was her fault, out of youthful eagerness, rather than some weakness on his. She peered up at him curiously, a flicker of worry followed by apology dancing through her large eyes. When she felt him catch himself she let go of his sleeve, adopting a repentant expression. "I'm sorry for my forwardness."
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Ami had grown up in the Shopping District, filled to the brim with craftsmen—and, more to the point, craftsmen that had dedicated their lives to their respective arts so thoroughly that it wore out their bodies even as they stubbornly kept on practicing. They were all stubborn, so she and the other children of the District had learned early on how to aid or support the older men without noticeably doing so—or damaging their pride in the process.
Her fingers curled in one of his sleeves, moving back seamlessly with the slight near-stumble. It implied to any passersby that the motion was her fault, out of youthful eagerness, rather than some weakness on his. She peered up at him curiously, a flicker of worry followed by apology dancing through her large eyes. When she felt him catch himself she let go of his sleeve, adopting a repentant expression. "I'm sorry for my forwardness."