Theea
"Oh, I didn’t mind,” I say, but he seems genuine, so I shrug and look at the candles with a sort of farewell as I rise. I roughly bunch up the wet blanket and stuff it back in my bag. “And, yeah, the more you talk to me, the more you’re gonna realize how behind I am.” My chuckle is a little sheepish. “Didn’t grow up around a lot of people.”
I adjust my bag to my back again, and I smile—mostly to myself—but I don’t respond. It’s a small comfort to remember my dad, but perhaps a worrisome thought, too. Not many people know me, if anyone. Who would remember me but my mother?
I stuff my hands in my pockets, looking away from the sapling to meet his eye. “It must be interesting to live out here. I’ve heard lots of stories about the Greatwood.” And then I nod. “I’ve been traveling my whole life. Still traveling, I just have a destination now. Or I will, anyways. Speaking of…” Might as well ask. “You’ve heard of Ronin and Remi Taliesin? The uh… The White Knight. And The Bastion. I’m looking for them.”
I adjust my bag to my back again, and I smile—mostly to myself—but I don’t respond. It’s a small comfort to remember my dad, but perhaps a worrisome thought, too. Not many people know me, if anyone. Who would remember me but my mother?
I stuff my hands in my pockets, looking away from the sapling to meet his eye. “It must be interesting to live out here. I’ve heard lots of stories about the Greatwood.” And then I nod. “I’ve been traveling my whole life. Still traveling, I just have a destination now. Or I will, anyways. Speaking of…” Might as well ask. “You’ve heard of Ronin and Remi Taliesin? The uh… The White Knight. And The Bastion. I’m looking for them.”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
