Alys Glasse
Alys glanced around the forest as she listened, her attention grabbed by this pool or that as new images flashed upon their surfaces. As such, she missed most of the other woman's glare. If the stranger was so against her, then perhaps it was time to move on and leave her - and her fascinating gourd - to themselves. After all, Alys had long since learned that she wasn't going to make friends with everyone, and she'd made her peace with that.
But then the woman said that she was giving the little sapling space and room to grow, and Alys's confusion grew. Her brows knitted together as she frowned at the back of her unwilling companion's head. "Why?" she asked, curiosity in her voice now. She couldn't fathom the reasoning behind such actions. This was nature. Some things succeeded. Others withered and died. There was no rhyme or reason to it, and for humans to interfere with it made no sense. Through helping this one sapling, the stranger was likely sentencing another to death. Such was the circle of life.
But then the woman said that she was giving the little sapling space and room to grow, and Alys's confusion grew. Her brows knitted together as she frowned at the back of her unwilling companion's head. "Why?" she asked, curiosity in her voice now. She couldn't fathom the reasoning behind such actions. This was nature. Some things succeeded. Others withered and died. There was no rhyme or reason to it, and for humans to interfere with it made no sense. Through helping this one sapling, the stranger was likely sentencing another to death. Such was the circle of life.
