Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Breathing a rather exaggerated sigh of relief to take the edge off the storm of reassurance, she pushed the cascade of white hair back from her face with a grin. "Not used to being on the road, I take it? You'll learn, if you keep traveling. Make a habit of keeping fishing hooks and line in a pocket, for starters - and a knife. Never go anywhere without a good, sturdy knife. Maybe you can ask your brother to help you pick one out?" Showing some interest in ones safety tended fall on good soil with the protective types, she'd noticed.
Obliging by altering their course, Maea guided them in the general direction of the village. Laughing at the playful curiosity, she flicked said tail amiably as she walked. "Weird, let me tell you. The first few weeks after becoming ancient were a nightmare. Sitting on it hurt. No motor control. It banged into things, knocked stuff over. I stepped on it, closed it in a door - and don't get me started on how awkward it was to wear pants before I got them tailored." No pun intended.
Obliging by altering their course, Maea guided them in the general direction of the village. Laughing at the playful curiosity, she flicked said tail amiably as she walked. "Weird, let me tell you. The first few weeks after becoming ancient were a nightmare. Sitting on it hurt. No motor control. It banged into things, knocked stuff over. I stepped on it, closed it in a door - and don't get me started on how awkward it was to wear pants before I got them tailored." No pun intended.
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