Corinthia waved at the newcomer Zoe, standing up to greet her. She put her bag on the seat beside Louane so no one would sit there in her absence, and paced over to Zoe, extending her arm as she walked. "Corinthia. Waverly."
"Nice to meet you." She greeted back and shook her hand. "So where y'all from stranger?" She asked as she sat down in a seat.
(Are we all in the same plane?)
( I think so?)
(Okay.)
( I gotta brb for a bit.)
"Waverly," Corinthia politely repeated. "What about you?"
(HI)
(hey!)
(Can someone talk to Willow?)
(I can't, I'm talking to Zoe.)
(its fine)
(I'll talk to ya. But you start the conversation.)
(oke)
Willow awkwardly shuffled down the aisle towards a seat, she sat down next to a girl.
"Hi, I'm Willow." She held up her hand shyly.
"I'm Flare," she offered her hand to shake.
Willow shook Flare's hand and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Where you from?" She asked.
"Paloma, and you?"
"Midston, born and raised."
"Very nice. Mind if I ask your caste?"
"Im from the northern part of the country, Whites as you might call it." She explained.
Corinthia nodded. She's heard some questionable things about Whites, but Zoe seemed ok.
"I don't mind at all." Willow struggled to not to ramble on and on, "I'm an artist, self-taught, I've been one since I was a child."
"So your a five," Flare thought to herself, "That's nice. I'm an inventor so caste three."
"So which caste are you in?" She added. Corintia actually seemed nice. Some company was nice now and then.
"Three. I'm a writer. Et toi? "
"Interesting!" Willow said excitedly. "What type of things do you mostly build?"
"Whatever I feel like honestly," Flare sighed.
"Three. I'm a writer. Et toi? "
"That must be nice. I'm a two and my job is suppose to be a secret." She whispered.
"Oh," Corinthia looked around, seeing if anyone has heard when Zoe had said. Then, eager to change the subject, Corinthia suddenly realized that French had slipped out. "Sorry. When I get nervous or jumpy, I speak French."
