[SE] this castle of glass

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

It was too cold for haggling, really. Maea might have applied herself to teaching the vendor a lesson at any other time of the year, but today she would settle for not being robbed outright. Coming away from the debate with the glasses wrapped in tissue to keep them safe, she parted with the payment and indicated to Elizabeth that she should pick out the bookmark she preferred.

"Pardon for taking over like that," she offered quietly once the affair was settled. "He was getting on my nerves..." Dusting a buildup of snow off her hood, the temporary confidence bled away into quiet awkwardness. Without a task immediately at hand, Maea floundered. She longed to retreat indoors, but hesitated to simply leave the woman, even as she dreaded what further conversation might lead to.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3