Palindromes and Ice Cream Cones (Open)

Belameane "Bean" Jives

Belameane had decided that today was going to be one of those rare nights where she wanted to be somewhere else than home. Her abode was always to her comfort level, yet there was a stirring in her heart that also seemed empty, devoid, lonely, desolate. A sweet prickling was itching her tongue, so the sick girl decided to try ice cream - ah, the smooth cream and ice that she hadn't tasted in eons.

Tonight was lonely, too. Ralve couldn't be there with her. She begged and pleaded - almost whined - with the most normal voice she could aim to produce, but he couldn't; he was too busy tonight, and he only gave her an emotion-rid smile.

Ralve, will you leave me for good one of these days? Belameane blew bubbles in her strawberry-banana shake, which was thick and delicious.

Cerulean eyes looked amongst what people were present in the ice cream parlor. There seemed to be Amethyst with some children again, almost the same type of setting as that encounter from the other night, then there was a older boy whose dessert was melting and eyes probably cast off into a faraway galaxy strung with stars.

Belameane opened her mouth to say something about the ice cream, but ceased and pressed her lips tightly as Amethyst beat her to it.

Sigh. It would have been nice to introduce himself to the gentleman - at least she hoped he was a gentleman.

But she could have settled to say something to Amethyst, at the very least. "With children again, Amethyst?" she said weakly. "Are you a caretaker of some sort?" The sick girl smiled with some effort. She could only smile her best with Ralve.

Belameane flexed her hand in a waving manner, almost like she was ushering Amethyst is come closer. "He couldn't be here; said he was too busy to come 'play' with me." She sighed in near exasperation, then she coughed a weak cough. The girl regained her composure and smiled.

To Amethyst's request, Belameane widened her eyes. "Really? Ah... I guess I can join your group." Hesitation was very clear in her tone, despite her effort to sallow it down back to her heart. The rare invitation completely threw her off-guard.

Belameane nodded to each of the children as Amethyst introduced them to her. She tried to memorize the information: shy Nour was creative, young Tommy had interest in things that sparkled or flew, and Andrew seemed to be a mature child with a knack for the medical world. The girl thought about the status of being an orphan, the toughness of being an orphan, then the notion that she would never be able to feel for these youngsters struck her. She had a family that cared about her well-being, cared enough for her to watch her straining activities, but the kids would not be able to gain that love, probably.

Belameane gave herself a mental frown.

"It is very nice to meet you three," she said, fully attentive. She was then thinking of what Amethyst called her: friend. Belameane turned to Amethyst, eyes wide and blinking yet instilled with a drop of happiness.

It's this easy to obtain friends?

Belameane averted her eyes to the man she tried to speak to earlier. Cerulean orbs looked at the treat he pushed towards her; her mind took several seconds to process the visual information and crank out a response.

"Thank you very kindly," the girl replied, smiling, and wrapped her hands around the cold - yet melting - dessert. She licked the edge of the glass and shivered what little sweetness was stuck on the walls. "I'm Belameane, but you can call me 'Bean'." She stared at the cup. "Um... was something the matter, Raxar? We noticed you seemed staring into space earlier."