Got the dreamer's disease
After a moment of deciding, Fern leans in towards Ever. "I'm gonna go get some food. I'll bring you back some!" The boy is over there, which had been what the decision had been about, choosing whether or not her desire to eat would win out over the desire to stay securely anonymous and safe beside her father. Instinct would always drive hunger before most other needs however, though the thoughts that plague mankind are certainly capable of upending any natural order.
She conjures up a few scenarios in her mind of how meeting him might go. Even practices under her breath some of them, ensuring her tone and the speed of her delivery will be up to the task of being accepted easily. "Hi, I'm Fern. Fern, and you? Evening, I'm Fern, you are? Wow, thanks! I'm Fern, by the way..." By the time she's close enough to say any of them though, the strength to do so has completely pulled away from her and instead she looms behind him, staring as he plays with tongs by the food table.
She conjures up a few scenarios in her mind of how meeting him might go. Even practices under her breath some of them, ensuring her tone and the speed of her delivery will be up to the task of being accepted easily. "Hi, I'm Fern. Fern, and you? Evening, I'm Fern, you are? Wow, thanks! I'm Fern, by the way..." By the time she's close enough to say any of them though, the strength to do so has completely pulled away from her and instead she looms behind him, staring as he plays with tongs by the food table.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
