[ As they spend more time with Hatthevar, Rin familiarizes herself with the place. It's dizzying, again, all the new information. But she hears about the memory trades and a thought occurs to her -- maybe, if she plays her cards well, it can bring her closer to solving the mystery of Cosette. Foolish, maybe, but a mission to cling to gives her certainty and clarity amidst all this chaos.
So she makes her way to the north of the city, ready to haggle with the memory sellers to have one of hers packaged to share with one of the forlorn spirits. All the way, she tries to ignore the blood trailing her steps. There's still the urge to shudder in disgust if she thinks about it for a second too long, so -- she focuses on her task at hand, hard.
Which is why she is taken aback by the rag-clad street kid who accosts her and asks for help lighting their lamp. Poor kid, Rin only thinks in response. ]
Ah, of course! Here, just a moment --
[ She kneels and holds her hand out for something to do the job with. ]
THE WHISPERING HOUSES
So she makes her way to the north of the city, ready to haggle with the memory sellers to have one of hers packaged to share with one of the forlorn spirits. All the way, she tries to ignore the blood trailing her steps. There's still the urge to shudder in disgust if she thinks about it for a second too long, so -- she focuses on her task at hand, hard.
Which is why she is taken aback by the rag-clad street kid who accosts her and asks for help lighting their lamp. Poor kid, Rin only thinks in response. ]
Ah, of course! Here, just a moment --
[ She kneels and holds her hand out for something to do the job with. ]
Do you have flint and steel?