You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
It always feels like one or the other, either she is too open in conversation, pushes too far, expects an amount of closeness immediately, or else she is too withdrawn, too quick to apologize and shrink back into a smaller space, worried about toeing out of line.
This time it feels like she's opted for too apologetic, if the drop in Mallorie's face is read right, and Hester feels like she needs to scramble to try and recover, to backstep into confidence, into easiness.
"You don't have to be good at telling stories if it's a story worth telling." Hester offered sagely, though the unspoken implication there was that some stories didn't want telling. They were past it now, though it was a story she would like to hear, eventually. When it was ready.
The proverb, or platitude, or whatever it might be is absolutely charming, and if her arms weren't full Hester would clap. As it is, all she can manage is a few extra stompy steps, and a squeal. "I love that! Did you just think of it?" Somehow, it summed up everything she wanted to do, made it snappy, easy to share.
This time it feels like she's opted for too apologetic, if the drop in Mallorie's face is read right, and Hester feels like she needs to scramble to try and recover, to backstep into confidence, into easiness.
"You don't have to be good at telling stories if it's a story worth telling." Hester offered sagely, though the unspoken implication there was that some stories didn't want telling. They were past it now, though it was a story she would like to hear, eventually. When it was ready.
The proverb, or platitude, or whatever it might be is absolutely charming, and if her arms weren't full Hester would clap. As it is, all she can manage is a few extra stompy steps, and a squeal. "I love that! Did you just think of it?" Somehow, it summed up everything she wanted to do, made it snappy, easy to share.
Hester
