With no one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion
"I see." Soft regret mellowed her tone. Tracing a pattern through the cold sand at her feet, she bit her tongue to keep quiet, swallowing down the impulse to ask if he could linger. Who knew when the next ship would pass by? Better to let go, however much she would prefer to keep talking.
"Thank you. I'm Maea. If you ever feel a need to talk about your trapper again, come find me in the Greatwood." Dusting off her hands, the petite woman rose to her feet as the man - Damien - turned to leave. "To you as well."
Sending him off with a waved hand, she watched him go until darkness swallowed his silhouette, and finally turned to walk off in the opposite direction. He had given her some things to think about; certainly she wouldn't find herself bored for the remainder of the night that otherwise looked to be fairly uneventful. Knock on wood.
[FIN]
"Thank you. I'm Maea. If you ever feel a need to talk about your trapper again, come find me in the Greatwood." Dusting off her hands, the petite woman rose to her feet as the man - Damien - turned to leave. "To you as well."
Sending him off with a waved hand, she watched him go until darkness swallowed his silhouette, and finally turned to walk off in the opposite direction. He had given her some things to think about; certainly she wouldn't find herself bored for the remainder of the night that otherwise looked to be fairly uneventful. Knock on wood.
[FIN]
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Maea
