Oskar

[oskar]

A short-haired, blonde boy could be seen, his fingers clinging to something in his pant's pocket for dear life. He couldn't have been older than twelve years old, and in fact he was exactly that plus two months.

He had arrived bundled up in a large coat, but began to shed his layers as he attempted to make himself more comfortable in such a new place. Oskar had traveled all the way from Stockholm by himself for a reason he would tell no one.

The blonde boy stood, his hand still clutching to the object in his pocket, dressed in a white long-sleeved, button-up shirt that was tucked messily into brown corduroy pants. His wide blue eyes scanned his surroundings, would life be better for him here?

[Keira]

"Hello there, young one" a female blond smiles to him warmly and approaches a little. " Welcome. My name is Keira, if you will need anything - just call my name" she saud with a wink.

[oskar]

The boy stepped back, startled by the woman. He took a breath, his cheeks tinted pink. He was quite obviously a human. Oskar's fingers released the knife that was folded safely in his pocket, "Hi." He said after much effort of finding his words and his English tongue.

His fingers slid out of his pockets, the knife remaining where it sat in his pocket. The lay still across one another, as Oskar held his elbows now. "M-my name is Oskar." His voice hinted at his nervousness, his eyes looking up at the woman from his brows. Something occured to him suddenly, and he held out his right hand to her as many did to introduce themselves.

[Keira]

"Please to meet you, Oskar" she cooed softly and warmly, taking his hand gently into hers and shook it lightly. "Are you alone here? " she asked carefully and trying to be tactic and not to sare him off. After all, she loved children, especially having her own daughter. " Maybe....I can get something for ya? Something to eat maybe?" she offered and smiled.

[oskar]

He nodded, his soft blonde hair falling around his face, he had been alone since he had lost his friend...but he was determined to find her. He took a minute to absorb her request, and shook his head, he didn't want to impose. But his stomach spoke for him when she mentioned food, embarrassed, he covered his stomach with his arms.

[Keira]

She laughed lightly and then shook her head. " Come on.....I know you are hungry. Come - I'll get something to eat for ya and we shall talk then. I'll be glad to have some company even at least for a brief time.....and don't worry.....I will not harm you....nor especially let anyone to do that.." she said smiling assuringly and held out her hand towards him. "You can count on me....I promisse" she said with a wink.

(you've got a cute charater there)

[oskar]

Oskar smiled slightly, and took the woman's hand, walking to stand at her side. He looked up at her and nodded again, deciding to let his guard down and trust her. He wondered what kinds of foods they had, and then decided that he didn't care. The idea of some company sounded nice to Oskar. His soft blue eyes relaxed, the pupils constricting to their normal state. Reaching his free hand up, Oskar pushed his hair out of his eyes.

(Thanks~)

[Keira]

She smiled then when he took her hand and squeezed his own very gently. For some reasons, Keira could make sense as of a very motherly and caring person regardless that she wasn't a human, but she still had a golden heart. "Well.....what do you like to eat, Oskar?" she questioned and began to walk towards the nearest cafey so that they both could get something to eat and drink, and tell stories of their lives to each other. "And what brings you here to New Orleans?" she asked as soon as noticed the boy being not local dweller of her city.

(can we continue later? I'm a bit sick and it's very late in here.)

[oskar]

Oskar held the silence, hesitating to answer any of the woman's personal questions; The time still didn't feel right for that. He thought hard on what he felt like eating, "Anything is fine." He looked up to her, his soft hair covering his face once more, "What is it that you like to eat?" The question seemed so innocent, and in fact it was. Oskar had no knowledge of the area or it's fine cuisines.
As if telling her to lead the way, Oskar shoved his free hand back into his pocket and let the majority of his body go slack. He was now ready to be led anywhere the woman desired to take him. Small fingers brushed against the knife, and if he got himself into too much trouble, he could always try to defend himself.