Letters From Mélody

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>”Alright… so- I’ll get *this* half of the list,” Franny started, neatly dividing the paper, “and you this one. Okay?”
>”Oui!”
>Her companion happily took up her half, skittering away with the paper in hand
>Whenever on excursions for groceries they went together, the boys’ siblings old *enough* to watch them for the short time they needed
>Splitting the list in half was just their time to make things even faster
>Strolling basket-in-hand down the cosmetics aisle Amitie scooped up the several unique brands each Flagg demanded for themselves, the numerous plastic bottles weighing on her arm
>Turning the corner she had to get the other, duller toiletries they’d run out of
>It was dismally routine for humans but her and Franny always found a great amount of fun in mazing about the store, playing Marco-Polo to find the other once they were done
>Picking up whatever powders, vials and more they needed she was ready to go
>Passing by one of the more kitsch displays she spotted a flash of blonde hair looking over a display of snowglobes, each a little representation of the city
>One had a twinkling outline of the Old Fort on the city’s north-end, flanking the fork in the river
>Another the splendorous, glass building of the new city Aviary (that one was a favorite of the twins)
>Amitie had only been in Beacon City some months but knew she had a duty to inform the woman of her choices, the simple task needlessly complicated upon turning her around
>Amitie was almost stunned at hearing her mother tongue, the gentle, romantic notes and rolls of French, sweet French
>And even more she was a nandroid like Franny, a little pair of spectacles perched neatly on her nose
>Pausing to correct herself off of English she introduced herself as a fellow francophone
>”Hello,” she smiled, “I’m Amitie.”
>The other stared back at her blinking, green face not sure if she should back away slowly from the off-brand maidbot or return the greeting
>Hearing the first lick of French from a local was beautifully rewarding, however, so she responded in kind
>”Mélody,” she grinned, proffering a hand. “On vacation.”
>Chatting away the two lost track of time, Amitie enamored with a fellow droid from the home country
>She was a Stirling, sure, but she was from France, from *home*
>She’d only been in town a week and would be leaving, allowed some time to look for a souvenir of her own while her family packed
>All the rest of her stay in Beacon City had been spent translating left and right to English, an arduous task for the little robot
>”Hey! Amitie,” a voice spat up the aisle. “Time to go!”
>Franny tapped her wrist impatiently
>Waving Amitie hopped away, but not before Mélody slipped a piece of paper into her hand
>”Write me,” she smiled, excited to keep up with her new friend
>Marching away with Franny, Amitie popped open the little slip to read over the address inside, already imagining the quaint little Parisian home listed on the paper
>She bobbed away from Franny’s side to nab up some stationery and envelopes, already thinking up stories to share with her new friend
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