Pihu
After the stranger took back the stone, Pihu grabbed the strands of her dripping wet hair. She wrung them out before tossing them back. Taking up her shirt, she used it to sop up the droplets that peppered her skin. "Or maybe they're just patterns people follow to make 'emselves feel better." She shrugged as she draped the shirt across her shoulders.
"Depends on the spirit." Laughing, she bent down to pick up her bottle. Taking a swig, she held it out to the other woman once again. "But I wouldn't say I really have any. I try not to be too predictable, if ye know what I mean."
"Depends on the spirit." Laughing, she bent down to pick up her bottle. Taking a swig, she held it out to the other woman once again. "But I wouldn't say I really have any. I try not to be too predictable, if ye know what I mean."
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
