{o} riffraff, street rat

Paige

Paige laughs as her curls go flying around her face, giving her hand a little squeeze before she reaches out to boop her on the nose. "He was just a big bully." She says with a roll of her eyes, disdain curling around her words, making them sharp enough to cut. It wasn't directed at her and that much was clear when her expression softens all over again to look back down at her. "I guess it does mean that, though. You're absolutely right." She pats her cheek, lifting her chin up and giving her a little grin before she draws her hand back again.

Sol goes back into the tide pool, intent on finding more treasure in the shallow depths, Paige hums softly at the question. "It's not a what, but a where." She corrects gently, "It's the region across the mountains from us. It sounds a lot like your old home." Snowy with seas covered in ice and mountains surrounding the edges of the region. Paige hadn't ever been there herself, but she would some day. She had plans to go everywhere.

"We'll have enough that you can do both. I thought that you might like to keep some for your room. To decorate it. We could use some to make windchimes or a dreamcatcher." Both things that the Attuned herself had done to decorate her space. "I'll help you if you want."

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again