Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Used to being stared at, she endured the scrutiny with impassive face, her own pale, near colorless eyes returning the favor. It was hard to tell what she thought, because she neither changed expression nor commented before she shifted her gaze on, towards the sea. If this encounter reminded her of another she'd had not so very long ago, she did not let on.
"Just having a look around. I never saw the ocean before," she replied. She'd lowered her voice considerably, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the eerie sound of the wind.
"What kind of fish do you get around here?" It seemed she asked more out of politeness than real interest. Not sure how to get out of this conversation, now that she had initiated it.
"Just having a look around. I never saw the ocean before," she replied. She'd lowered her voice considerably, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the eerie sound of the wind.
"What kind of fish do you get around here?" It seemed she asked more out of politeness than real interest. Not sure how to get out of this conversation, now that she had initiated it.
