The smll boy paused - more like froze - at the entry to her tent when he gaze met his, tattered casquette squeezed nervously between bony fingers.
“I didn’t mean to intrude.” Some sort of drawl evident in his English - his German sounded perfect, if not a bit northern when it came to the accent. “I uh — I asked at the box office for the owner ‘n they sent me here.”
At the sound of those soft spoken German words, Elsa turned around immediately. Her hazel eyes wandered along the stranger’s body for a brief moment, before she locked her gaze with his to give him a warm smile. “Oh, wieso sind Sie so nervös? Kommen Sie rein, Liebchen.” , she offered in a happy voice. How long had it been – the last time she had heard a German voice? Way too long, if one forgot about the countless times she had listened to her beloved Marlene Dietrich. “Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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