[OOC: Just noticed that I rewrote a part incorrectly!]
She disengaged from the odd moment of impromptu dance with a coy smile. Her hands were holding her skirt at its sides. She loved the feeling of the skirt swaying in the wind. It made her feel girly. It made her feel free and rebellious.
"There is a beautiful walk down that way," she said, pointing straight behind her. "I saw so many beautiful flowers there and birds! I saw big birds which were pink and orange. And you know what? They were able to stand on one leg." Her voice raised in her enthusiasm. "I watched them for almost an hour and they did not fall over!" Could one believe that? It looked so silly! "Oh, and over there..." She waved a hand to her left. "There is a house with maps, photographs, items and bones and so... like a collection of stuff. Aunt Marta explained that it's about history. They are called, uhm... musmeum or so..." Aunt Marta had talked about them when she had been young as well. She had said that if they would ever be able to leave, she had wanted to show them all her favourite musmeums. Genevieve couldn't really see the point of them. She did not want to learn about gruesome history. History was always gruesome and she had had more than enough experience of that. Of course, she wouldn't tell Marta that.