May flaps her arms as she runs into the room.
It's cute.
That kid of a servant whose name I forgot - if I ever knew, if I ever saw this one - runs after her, mimicking her.
The two charge across the room, howling as if they're wild animals, until they reach the opposite wall. The kid flattens himself against it, breathing hard. May doesn't slow at all, crashing into it full tilt, and bursting into a fit of giggles when she fails to pass through.
What she expected, I really don't know.
She collapses backwards onto her rear and claps her hands as she rolls back and forth on the floor. A little girl with the big ribbon on the left side of her hair runs up to them and sits on the floor in front of May.
She takes out a candy from a satchel around her waist and passes it to May.
It makes me happy to see May accepted by other kids.
