{RQ} Come with nothing, no expectations

Admittedly, but not surprisingly, Marcus’ work was not as good as Soleil’s. Especially as he was distracted by her talking. He was wholly focused on her words, captivated by her ideas and the way she articulated them. She spoke with someone way beyond her years, which made Marcus ask, ”How long did you stay a kid?’ She had strong opinions that, while not overbearing, seemed to be well worked out enough to make sense. He couldn’t see any holes in her arguement. ”Well, I think that makes sense.” He started, trowel lowering some. ”Especially with sky boats, and so many people having different ways to travel.” Shifts, magic, etc. Marcus knew there was a great array of options. He didn’t notice the mud on the end of his tool beginning to slip and slide until it smacked against the hardened, snowy ground beneath them with a wet, thick sound. As he looked at her his belly felt warm, and the tips of his fingers tingled slightly. What was this feeling? He had not experienced it before. marcus olson