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Wing Ting sat on the floor, looking up at her bed with a mixed feeling of depression and dismay. She was tired, but the bed came up all the way to her shoulders, and she couldn't lift herself up into it. On top of that, the bed was so high off the ground, and only supported by four little metal sticks, that Wing Ting was terrified at the very thought of sleeping in the bed. She pondered dragging the mattress underneath the bed frame, but she couldn't reach it, and the mattress was about five times her size. Wing Ting sighed and poked at her dress dejectedly. It was flung on top of her mattress, and drying. She had been able to clean off most of the mud, thankfully, and it was almost white again. There were a few splotches that would never come out, but that was life.

So, Wing Ting sat on the floor of the trailer, gazing at her bed, dressed only in her underthings: a light blue camisole and underwear set, embroidered with little yellow ducks. Her hair was pulled back from her face because she had just washed it - her face and her hair - and hung in limp cords dangling from her head. She sighed again, just because she liked the sound, and then flopped over onto her side, staring underneath the bed frame.

Wing Ting turned around curiously, her damp hair swinging, and cocked her head to one side as she watched the peculiar, tall, girl. She stood up, nearly tripping over her own feet. She righted herself eventually, though, and met the other girl's eyes. "Hi. Who're you?" Ah, the great communicator strikes again. Wing Ting sort of leaned against the bed, peering at the other girl with considering eyes.

Wing Ting scuffed her toe into the floor a bit, looking around nervously. "Uhm...My name is Wing Ting." She sat back down on the floor, even though she had to strain her neck to see Lucrezia. The other girl was taller, yes, but Wing Ting's feet were tired of standing. "I live here too. Lucrezia's a pretty name. Can I call you Lukie?" She was getting awfully familiar, but Wing Ting couldn't be expected to form her little mouth all around a long name like Lucrezia. 'Lukie,' however, was perfectly pallatable. She twisted back and forth nervously, one foot tapping.

Wing Ting blinked when Lucrezia suggested her new nickname. All proper nicknames should end with an 'e' sound, but Wing Ting didn't want to offend her new friend, so she nodded and said, "Yup, you can call me Wing. Or Wingy," she couldn't help adding the last bit in a hasty rush. Wing Ting patted the floor beside her, inviting the girl to sit down. It was uncomfortable to look at a person that tall. "Where're you from, Lukie?" She asked curiously. "I never heard a name like Lucrezia before." She pronounced the full name carefully, halting a bit on the 'crez' part, but Wing Ting thought she got it right.

Wing Ting scooted over on her bum to give the other girl some more room. She listened as Lucrezia described her home, curiousity painted over her features. Wing Ting blinked when she realized the girl had asked her a question. She rushed to reply, "Well, where I'm from, it's a lot cleaner, but I don't think it's warmer. The technology here has nothing on what I'm used to, though." Inspired, Wing Ting pulled a little wind-up toy from her pocket. "This is just a little something I took with me when I came here." She explained, and began to turn the key. The toy, which resembled a frog, twitched a few times, and then began to ribbit out a short jingle of a song. It was a common one in Wing Ting's world, but not one the girl had ever heard here.

Wing Ting stared at the taller girl, rather hurt. "It's not supposed to have a point. It's supposed to be pretty and make you smile." Wing Ting peered at Lucrezia curiously, and then shrugged. The frog jumped in the air at the end of its song, and Wing Ting caught it with both hands.

She blinked as Lucrezia said that Rome didn't have technology. Everyone had technology! Even cavemen had technology. They had clubs! Clubs were technology! Whawhat? Pulleys? Oh, pulleys. Right! Pulleys was technology! "But pulleys is technology!" Wing Ting insisted, though she had no idea what pulleys were. "If there weren't pulleys and stuff, then the super cool technology like Mr. Frog would never have been invented. All that's inside him is little pulleys and stuff," Granted, Wing Ting still had no idea what pulleys were, but she truly wanted someone to like her, and this was the finding-common-ground technique.

The frog disappeared back into Wing Ting's pocket as she nodded and answered the other girl. "Well, they're almost the same. I mean, practically, anyway. What's an aerial silk?" She asked, bringing her knees up to her chin so she could rest her head. Sure, it sounded like 'silk that flies' but Wing Ting doubted that silk could fly by itself. "Uhm...I'm not really doing anything right now. I was sort of shuffled around from boss to boss all today, and I haven't gotten a chance to practice. I blow bubbles, but today I was scrubbing floors..." And kicking people, though Wing Ting didn't say that. She couldn't say she had kicked Hadrian, who was really nice to her except for that one time when he was actually being reasonable and then she kicked him and he hated her now.

Right.

She couldn't say that.

Wing Ting's eyes widened in awe. "You fly though the air? Off of the ground? Really!? That's soooooo cool! I could never do that," It all came out in a breathless rush. "Ohmigod, Lukie! You're my hero!" Her eyes riveted on the other girl for a few moments, before she gazed down. "I know what you mean about rigging stuff forever, though." She confided. "I don't want to scrub floors and get muddy forever, and I don't want to kick people, either! I want to blow my bubbles, cause that's what I like, and I'm not doing that now, and I don't like it." Wing Ting sighed, staring down at her duck-covered camisole. She bit her lip and her brow furrowed. "I think I might even go crazy if I don't get to do something fun soon."