Theea
He jumps and I do too, shifting to the balls of my feet. Rather than turn on me, however, he fumbles with the lantern in his hands, and I’m given the impression of tossing a hot potato about until the side of it shatters on a sapling branch. “Shit!” My hand flies to my mouth, brows pulled up at the center.
Broken lantern in his hands, he looks at me, clears his throat and nods. "I was the last time I checked.” My hands drop, looking between him and the lantern. "This was probably due for an upgrade anyway," he goes on, and my answering smile is most definitely more of a cringe. "Were you worried I was not a person?"
A sincere smile isn’t what I expect. I huff a little laugh and glance at the woods, then nod. “Definitely, yes,” I admit. “You’re the first person I’ve seen in like, two days, and here of all places. I’ve never been in this part of the Greatwood before, really was never allowed near it, and honestly, I didn’t even mean to get here, and I am—” I take a breath, “—very lost.”
I consider him a moment, and then step forward to thrust my hand out. “I’m Theea. And I’m really sorry about the lantern.” Then I realize he’s still holding said lantern, and can’t exactly shake my hand. It’s my turn to clear my throat as I close my fingers, withdrawing. ”Um. Have you got a sack for the glass? Or, I think I might have something!” I swing my backpack around to my front on one shoulder, and I start digging for my quite empty coin purse.
Broken lantern in his hands, he looks at me, clears his throat and nods. "I was the last time I checked.” My hands drop, looking between him and the lantern. "This was probably due for an upgrade anyway," he goes on, and my answering smile is most definitely more of a cringe. "Were you worried I was not a person?"
A sincere smile isn’t what I expect. I huff a little laugh and glance at the woods, then nod. “Definitely, yes,” I admit. “You’re the first person I’ve seen in like, two days, and here of all places. I’ve never been in this part of the Greatwood before, really was never allowed near it, and honestly, I didn’t even mean to get here, and I am—” I take a breath, “—very lost.”
I consider him a moment, and then step forward to thrust my hand out. “I’m Theea. And I’m really sorry about the lantern.” Then I realize he’s still holding said lantern, and can’t exactly shake my hand. It’s my turn to clear my throat as I close my fingers, withdrawing. ”Um. Have you got a sack for the glass? Or, I think I might have something!” I swing my backpack around to my front on one shoulder, and I start digging for my quite empty coin purse.
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
