For his latest joke, he got a soft giggle out of her. "I wouldn't know, I've never been in love. It looks nice on the outside, though it also looks a bit... exhausting." There was no sadness, malice, or jade in the comments, rather just given matter of factly. At his barbed comments to Friell, she only smiled more, squeezing his arm a bit tighter. Then her hand was shocked. She winced a bit, but assumed it to be the static. Like when wearing slippers and walking across a fur rug.
But it didn't stop. Every so often, another smaller shock, until finally she let go of him, outside the shop now. "Balthazar, what in the world is sho-- OOO!" She saw the pretty lights in the distance, just barely, past Balth's ear. Or rather, she saw the tiniest of slivers. "We gotta get higher! I want to see more of it!" She grabbed him by the hand, yanking him along. "Come on Balthazar, let's find somewhere!" Her voice carried the mirth and laughter of her enthusiasm, and if Balth didn't keep up, she'd leave him behind.
She looked back at him, smiling and laughing, "I'm Abigail! You can call me Abby!" She pulled him down the alley by the shop they'd exited, until in the distance, behind some other shop, she saw a stack of crates. Likely empty, waiting to be filled. She ran toward it, as fast as she could, one hand still gripping Balthazar's. Then another shock carried through them, forcing her to let go. And still, she kept running. Which wasn't particularly impressive looking, hair and arms flailing about, looking more like a child. An awkward child.
She reached the pile of crates and began pulling herself up them in a most unladylike fashion, giving not one care about the state of her dress before Balthazar's eyes. At least she remembered to wear her small clothes today. Higher and higher she climbed, until she was next to the slanted roof, made of clay tiles. She hesitated as she approached them, slowly. Reaching out she pulled at one, finding it didn't move. So she pulled herself up the roof, slowly and carefully, straining, kicking her legs to find footings, until she reached the spine at the top of the roof. As she sat there, straddling the house like a lover, dress hiked up her thighs, one heel tapped a tile and sent an entire row of them sliding down to the street below. Not that she noticed.
She shouted, not yet having noticed if Balthazar had actually followed her, "What do you think it is? Is there somewhere better we can see it from? It's so beautiful! So many colors!"