Alys Glasse
Alys did not like complicated, but as it turned out, she also did not like simple. Melita's response was almost too simple, leading Alys to assume there was, in fact, more to it, deep down. She raised an eyebrow at the young woman, but Melita offered no more explanation. After a moment's deliberation, she shrugged. She simply didn't care enough to press for more of an answer.
When the other woman had cleared away enough of the brush, she stooped, brushed off her hands, and made to leave. Alys watched, her brows knit in confusion. She wasn't really the social sort, but even she knew that some kind of farewell was usually required in this sort of situation. "'Bye, then," she called after the other woman, feeling a bit forlorn. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to stick around, but her recent interactions had all been better than... whatever this was. It was probably her own fault, of course. Sometimes things just worked out this way.
When the other woman had cleared away enough of the brush, she stooped, brushed off her hands, and made to leave. Alys watched, her brows knit in confusion. She wasn't really the social sort, but even she knew that some kind of farewell was usually required in this sort of situation. "'Bye, then," she called after the other woman, feeling a bit forlorn. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to stick around, but her recent interactions had all been better than... whatever this was. It was probably her own fault, of course. Sometimes things just worked out this way.
