Shaded Eyes (open)

Below a pink sky but above the massive clouds glided a small creature, no bigger than one's hand. A mouse, with white fur and enormous black ears flew into the floating mass of white below it before soared out high into the sky. Its ears flapped and it rose even higher. The mouse released a giggle, swirling into a dance mid air. The sky turned to a white roof, the world forming into a room. It became more than that, silver ribbon dipped from the walls, statues rose from the floor, music played. Violins, flutes, an entire orchestra playing a tune heard from a TV broadcast from a Capitol ball. the room became a dance hall. The mouse, become a girl.
The girl took small steps, the began twirls. Spinning, leaping, dancing around the room as the tune filled her ears. She closed her eyes and synchronized with the rhythm. She moved naturally with it until...
SMACK

Trance fell forward and crashed onto the dirt path. She winced and gave a momentary whimper as her hands dug into a few rocks. The pain in her palms meant she was hurt, not seriously though. Trance quickly sat up, inspecting what ever injury she obtained. From the cuts in the skin bled thin red lines that quickly descended onto her wrists. She clenched her hands and held them to her chest, waiting fro the bleeding to stop. She brought her chin up to see who had knocked her free of her day dream.
The first thing that came to mind is her blonde hair, a different, darker shade than her own. The lack of shoes on this other girl made Trance's head tilt in confusion. The scars on the girls arms and legs made her wonder about their causes.
Something stung in Trance's hand though. She hadn't realized she shed a tear, and that the tear landed in a cut in her left hand. Trances whimpered more sharply with the stinging, and then she she couldn't help but cry. She pressed her hands into her jeans, letting the blood and tears to soak in before she looked up at this stranger.

Trance looked up at the stranger, fighting back her tears. She had some success. They no longer feel, but still watered up in the wells of her eyes. The stranger that had bumped into her was really quick to recover. She was already back on her feet and checking up on Trance.
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry about that. I should have been watching where I was going."
Trance nodded as she pulled her hands away from her pant legs. What bleeding that had been, stopped. But some blood still smeared her palms along the scratches. Trance looked at at the strange girl, imitating the motion of wrapping her hands in cloth.

Trance watched as the girl used her handkerchief to wrap her hands, but the way she did it, it made Trance grimace. She likely didn't know much for medicine or this kind of stuff. So after the girl helped her up, Trance simply started to undo the knots and re-wrap her hands. Quickly she brushed off the dirt from her palms and licked the scratches. Afterward she wound the clothes over her palms and pulled them up tight. It was a bother to get the final knots, but it satisfied Trance to have a proper dressing.
"Are you too shy to talk or can you not talk at all?"
Trance shot a quick glance before giving a cheery smile. Her finger tapped her lips where her tongue stuck out just a bit, then she shook her head. She imitated drawing a zipper across her lips, then shrugged defensively.
Trance brushed a little dirt off of her coat before extending her right hand to the girl, brandishing her collar with her left where the two words Trance Willow were stitched in.

The girl introduced herself, Molly Pendragon. Trance cocked her head a little at the odd last name. She knew her name was a sort of tree, Pendragon was a cross between a writing tool and a mythical beast. But Trance wouldn't deny the offer of a place to visit, or even stay. Though the thought of a balm was curious, seeming how not much of the district people could muster the coin for something medicinal. Heck, if it worked Trance might have to ask for the recipe.

Eager to respond, Trance nodded to accept Molly's offer. She swept her hands aside in a "lead the way" fashion. With a bright smile and a slight skip, Trance would follower wherever her home was.

Trance watched as the girl prepared the balm; it was rather curious to her how such a weed could create something to help her hands. But she was kind of new to the area, so she wasn't totally familiar to the local plant life. If the balm worked, she'd have something to use in future situations.

When Molly began to prepare something to eat, Trance was even more curious. Most people didn't have much to eat, Trance herself wasn't much of an exception. A few times she went a week without much more than a half loaf of stale bread. Hard times indeed. Without much of an end in sight. But a mix of some leaves and potato roots gave something nice to smell.

Trance felt around her pocket and took hold of a few coins. She didn't have much, maybe enough for a chicken. Trance couldn't have a pet or livestock herself, she had no coop or place to keep it in. But If she bought a chicken for this girl, maybe they could cook an egg up. And this girl would have something to help her eat. And Trance would have a welcome place for her to stay and eat if there were no where to go.
She jingled the coins in her hand to attract Molly's attention. She glanced around the room and went to a cupboard, hoping it was bare. Sure enough it was, dusty too. Perfect. Trance drew out a coin in the dust, followed by an equals sign and a chicken. After that an egg and a frying pan.

Trance looked at molly and pointed at her little equation, again jingling the last of her precious money.

A confused look crossed Trance's face as this girl denied her money. Didn't everyone want life a little easier? Trance pocekted her coins and looked around the room while molly had her back turned. Had she no writing paper? She had to ask... sign Molly.
Molly had just set the boiling pot of balm aside to let it cool when Trance stood before her, imitating writing on her hand with an invisible pencil. They likely went to school here, so she may have writing books or something to fit the bill. Trance wanted to get her message across. Besides, she always wanted a hen.

As soon as she got the paper and pencil, Trance began to write.

If I buy a chicken for you, you could have eggs to sell and eat. All I ask in return is a bed to sleep in or a plate of food if I need it. If the chicken gets sick or hurt, I can help it. I know a lot about animals and medicine. Please buy a chicken.

Molly was just finishing up the soup when Trance finished the note. The small mute place her coins on the paper and set it all down on the table. Hopefully, Molly would agree. Trance wanted to help her anyway she can, and the benefit would be mutual.