Yeah, Dmitry sounded right. Summer considered herself to be good with names, but she was realizing that had more to do with the Faire context than anything else. She learned names quickly there, but there were so many things to go off of. If someone was in the same act, it was really easy to go, “oh, yeah, Miracle from the Cavorting Gypsies.” She didn’t have that yet at Rocky Mountain International. Most students wore the same robes every day, went to the same classes, and kept to the same schedule with no real unique factor to make them stick. Getting to know someone would be the way to make friends instead of the immediate Renn Faire connection she made with everyone she’d meet in her version of a normal life. Maybe Dmitry would be the first person she really got to know!
They agreed to partner together, and Summer smiled more. Perfect! They could work together and it would be great. She wished she knew more about her other classmates. For some reason, she thought being stuck in one place forever would make that part easier. Instead, it seemed harder. She missed seeing tons of different people and being able to do things.
Dmitry offered to go first into the maze, if she wanted, which resulted in a shrug from her. “Sure, if you want. I don’t care.” Going into the maze first or second wouldn’t make a difference. The maze would still be a maze, and they’d still have to get through it to finish their class for the day. They weren’t racing. If this were a competition, it would be a totally different story, but this was totally fine for today.
“Do not be scared. Our eyes vill get better.” Summer managed to hold back a snort of laughter. She smiled but bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep it from becoming a full-on grin. That was sweet, but there was nothing to possibly be scared of. What a goofball!
“Thanks, I’ll do my best.” She stayed behind Dmitry and walked slowly, making sure to glance over her shoulder every so often. Just because they’d make it past one intersection didn’t mean one of the enchanted dummies wouldn’t spring out behind them. Her mom was clever that way. Summer was cleverer.
At Dmitry’s suggestion that they walk down the wider hallway, Summer gave him a small nod. Her head was still turned to glance over her shoulder, cautious but aware enough to hear his words. “I think that’s a good idea. It’s been quiet so far; maybe we should try to find some of the dummies instead of waiting for them to find us.”