Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA He stood, and Maea smiled as she followed suit. It would be strange to have a man in the house, even more so as Peter was both an outlander and a complete stranger. Yet for all that his hands were scarred and seemed too familiar with the handle of a knife, the young woman never once considered the possibility that she might be placing herself in any danger. It wasn't in her nature to doubt others, nor had she ever experienced violence in that way... Perhaps it made her naive. Too trusting. But it was that naive trust that made her extend her hand towards Peter and head off towards the edge of the Settlement, happily chatting about the farm and the animals, how she hoped people would show up to help get the sheep back home... "I think you will like it. It's a ways off from here and rather quiet, but the area is lovely at this time of year. Hope you're not afraid of dogs..." For once, Maea actually looked forward to coming home. (End?) you're so cold, but you feel alive.