A strange sight among the market? That was putting it mildly. Edmund's hair was the right color to blend in, so he wasn't quite as stand-out as Al. But his hair was too curly for him to be from Xing, his skin too pale. His features all wrong.
And he was speaking Amestrian. Which, for plot purposes of this PSL, sounded exactly like British English. Maybe his accent was a little strange, but the words and sounds of home drew Al away from his shopping, curious about the ruckus. About what other foreigners were here, in Xing, this close to him.
Well, whatever was happening, the poor man -- boy, really -- he probably didn't deserve this beating. Al waded through the crowd and pushed his way to the front, reaching for the woman with a gentle touch. His words, speaking the native tongue for now, were soothing and gentle. They'd be nonsense to Edmund. But it seemed to work. It seemed like he was actually calming her down.
Assault paused, at least for the moment, Al turned to the cowering boy, crouching down so they were at the same level.
"Hi." He smiled and held out his hand. "I believe you."
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And he was speaking Amestrian. Which, for plot purposes of this PSL, sounded exactly like British English. Maybe his accent was a little strange, but the words and sounds of home drew Al away from his shopping, curious about the ruckus. About what other foreigners were here, in Xing, this close to him.
Well, whatever was happening, the poor man -- boy, really -- he probably didn't deserve this beating. Al waded through the crowd and pushed his way to the front, reaching for the woman with a gentle touch. His words, speaking the native tongue for now, were soothing and gentle. They'd be nonsense to Edmund. But it seemed to work. It seemed like he was actually calming her down.
Assault paused, at least for the moment, Al turned to the cowering boy, crouching down so they were at the same level.
"Hi." He smiled and held out his hand. "I believe you."