"Why did you pick that rock?" Paul asked. He was tightly holding the girl's hand so as not to loose her in the crowd.

"What do you mean?"

"There were so many pretty rocks there, yet you picked the dullest one. Do you have a hobby on collecting dull things?" He explained.

The girl looked up at him with an impassive expression. She felt slightly annoyed by Paul's remark. "I don't have a hobby like that."

"Then why?"

"..."

She gazed down at the dull grey rock that sat almost perfectly in her palm.

"I just... have a strange feeling about it." She mumbled. However, because of the people bustling around them, he did not hear her.

"What was you saying, Little Miss?" He asked.

"Nothing." The girl answered. She forced a little smile.

Graham and Yona were standing by the carriage waiting for them to arrive.

"There you are, Palma. I thought you might have gotten lost." He said. He reached out his arms so he could pick her up.

She quickly dodged his arms and ran over to Yona's side as she answered. "Nonsense. How could I get lost when I was with the guide, Father?"

"Ehhh..."

To Be Continued...