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[attr="class","follwr"]New territories must be marked, examined and explored.

That was an old rule her seniors used to tell her, but Fangyin never had to do it personally. Their area was vast, after all, and Yin struggled to even talk to a vendor without stuttering poorly accented English. Her hands would tremble, her eyes would shake, and next thing she'd imagine a snapped neck.

It wasn't a healthy lifestyle. Not at all, but Yin never knew what healthy meant. She only ever had her poorly constructed philosophy and her own poorly constructed mind. But even through that, drummed practice was something the Chinese girl believed in, because that's what her parents told her to believe in, which got her to where she was right now.

So if she wanted to stop being so nervous, she would have to 'blend' into society. Go into areas were there was lots of people and do her marking. Know the area like the back of her hand. That train of thought got repeated over and over again until she forgot where she was walking to. Scratching her head as her pigtails hit the arm of a stranger, she peered at the ice cream stand on the side of the street.

Moving over hesitantly, she stared at the vendor. After a full five seconds, she pointed at the vanilla twice with shaky fingers. He smiled hesitantly and handed the cone to her, in which she took just as uneasily with the return of several coins and old mints.

But obviously she walked away before he noticed or said anything.