Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
"Indeed it is," she agreed. Enduring the girl's curiosity with what patience she possessed, Maea kept her hands busy, so that before long she could bring the finished rod towards the river's edge. Finding herself a nice flat piece of ground to sit on, she added bait to the hook, made herself comfortable and cast the line into the stream. Getting tired of my own words
"I suppose, yes. And the Greatwood is among the better places to be lost in." She'd chosen to remain here for a season, after all. "As long as you don't mind being displaced by the trees... happens a lot, especially to newcomers." And to long term residents too, if not as frequently. A year into her stay beneath the enchanted canopy was still testing her patience sometimes, and teaching her plenty about relaxing her expectations when it came to time keeping and punctuality.
Gazing into the stream, she watched the younger woman from the periphery of her vision, curious to see whether she intended to keep playing tag with the horizon, or linger. Surprisingly, she didn't mind either way; even if she had been enjoying her solitude, company had become less of a strain than it used to be - not that she'd ever likely because a true extrovert.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
