Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
A little on edge? Perhaps, but if he was, it was only because of all he'd been through to get there. He'd never imagined leaving Stormbreak, but after the war, it had all become too much. His arrival in the Greatwood was supposed to be a foray into a new life, a quieter life. Somewhere he could start over and rebuild.
"Phoebe," he said, shaking her hand, committing the name to memory. As it turned out, he had heard of her - but only a little. He had mostly kept his head down in Stormbreak, and what information he did know from outside of the city was limited. "It's a pleasure."
He looked around to the movers, who had nearly finished unloading the cart. There were only ba few smaller boxes left to be brought in and stacked amidst the others. When he thought of unpacking, he sighed ruefully. "Actually, these guys should be off soon - they were just helping to unload the cart." Then he hesitated. Was she offering just to be nice, or was she genuinely interested in helping? "Some help would be appreciated, if you're sure it's not too much trouble." Besides, it would be nice to get to know someone around here.
Liam should have anticipated her next question, but it still took him off guard. "Just needed a change of pace," he said. No need to burden a stranger with the death of his family, the drunken aftermath, the dissatisfaction of his work, or the ghosts that plagued him from dawn to dusk back home. "I'm from Stormbreak, originally. I was looking for somewhere quieter."
He started to lead the way inside as he talked, but stopped outside the door to the cottage to look at a curious rose that had sprouted from the ground. Blood-red and tinged with golden thorns, it stood out among the other flowers that surrounded the little cottage. "What kind of flower is that?" he asked, curious in spite of his awkwardness and discomfort.
"Phoebe," he said, shaking her hand, committing the name to memory. As it turned out, he had heard of her - but only a little. He had mostly kept his head down in Stormbreak, and what information he did know from outside of the city was limited. "It's a pleasure."
He looked around to the movers, who had nearly finished unloading the cart. There were only ba few smaller boxes left to be brought in and stacked amidst the others. When he thought of unpacking, he sighed ruefully. "Actually, these guys should be off soon - they were just helping to unload the cart." Then he hesitated. Was she offering just to be nice, or was she genuinely interested in helping? "Some help would be appreciated, if you're sure it's not too much trouble." Besides, it would be nice to get to know someone around here.
Liam should have anticipated her next question, but it still took him off guard. "Just needed a change of pace," he said. No need to burden a stranger with the death of his family, the drunken aftermath, the dissatisfaction of his work, or the ghosts that plagued him from dawn to dusk back home. "I'm from Stormbreak, originally. I was looking for somewhere quieter."
He started to lead the way inside as he talked, but stopped outside the door to the cottage to look at a curious rose that had sprouted from the ground. Blood-red and tinged with golden thorns, it stood out among the other flowers that surrounded the little cottage. "What kind of flower is that?" he asked, curious in spite of his awkwardness and discomfort.
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
