as the sun waits to eclipse, and the taste teases my lips,
Ashe squinted, smiling just barely. They are men. The joke went over her head, apparently. She wasn't sure what that had to do with them worrying or not. Then again, men were most of what she knew in her life, and it had been a culture shock altogether when she began to discover that there were women who had a separate culture all their own. She'd known it, of course, she had been taught to imitate it plenty. She had to if she wanted to complete most of her contracts. But to actually understand it?
She gratefully accepted the tea with a nod, and watched the midwife disappear to where all the beds were kept. She did indeed, make herself.. mostly comfortable. She sat herself back on the sofa, taking a sip of the soothing tea as she leaned back against it. "Do you get middle-of-the-night crack pots like me often?" she called to Phoebe, her brow quirking up.
She gratefully accepted the tea with a nod, and watched the midwife disappear to where all the beds were kept. She did indeed, make herself.. mostly comfortable. She sat herself back on the sofa, taking a sip of the soothing tea as she leaned back against it. "Do you get middle-of-the-night crack pots like me often?" she called to Phoebe, her brow quirking up.
I'm too tired to wrestle with it. will we burn or will we repent?
