There was no jump in her step. No obscene sway in her stride. Relentlessly, she made her way down the deck, eyes gleaming with private joy. Despite her head being pressed against her shoulder and the twin duffel bags weighing her arms down, the red, white and black haired teen continued through the bustle of activity without missing a stride.
"Yaknowiwondie," Yuli said lively into her cell. Abruptly she swung up an arm to let a low load run past. Her head tilted right-way-up in an awkward way from the effort. This proved to be helpful as she caught sight of her destination. Her steady pace never slowed, even as she lowered her arm with strain to go slow. Her brow furrowed. "Blasmurdrousting," she mumbled quickly. "NonawYOOOOU," She said to the caller on the other end with deliberate emphasis on the last word. She couldn't help the smile that formed on he face. What it was her tongue didn't like about O and U together she'd never bother to figure out. "Nevasnipbefoaviaya?" Her attention returned to her whereabouts as her Manager on the other line went off on a calculated tangent her mother would've been proud of. In fact, by the way it went on, Yuli wouldn't be surprised if her mother was there.
Paying attention to the tone and pitch of the voice in her ear, Yuli's eyes observed the scattered few who slowed in their task and watched her. She whisked by so not many were sure they saw who it really was: a rising star in Libra. Granted, there were way less of those looks on this particular deck. Likely due to them being used to her. Still, it wasn't her intention for her to breeze by so fluidly. Oh how she longed to have more people see and acknowledge her for who she was, like the many fans of L*DA. Now, however, was not the time. She had supplies to deliver.
Eventually she would impact everyone.
Yuli's arms and neck could take no more. Without slowing she eased her way to the side of Deck 16. She stopped by an imposing ship, knowing her goal was just to the other side. A fleeting thought of who owned the ship went through her mind. Standing by it reminded her how small she was mortal she was. She decided it was the perfect time to stretch. The perfect time to say farewells. After setting the bags down, her right grabbed the reddish-pink phone. The song of tones was still playing through it. Yuli took a deep breath as she held the phone away from her for an instant. Once she steadied her frantic heart a little, she spoke. "Lost'ya faith in me have ya? I'll be 'roundta make mo' music ya can mooch o' of."
After stretching from side to side, front to back, Yuli said her farewells and ended the call. Pocketing the cell, she flexed up and down on her feet. Her thoughts about the journey before her brought excitement once again. Just around this ship was her own pride and joy. Her secret getaway and what connected her to her dreams. To cool her nerves, she continued to stretch. None of it was fancy, but it helped her feel renewed and fresh for her adventure ahead.
