The implication of Are's story of arrival caused a shiver to run down her spine like fingers of cold water. Though she was certain she had survived the river, the eerie familiarity of a watery mishap and the accompanying fear of drowning twisted her guts up inside and turned her blood to ice. With a grateful murmur the witch accepted gracefully, though sat a little less so, apologizing to the chair's mild protests. her anxiety showed in nervous preening, patting away real and imagined displacements of clothing and hair as she focused on choosing her words carefully.
"A bit - it was spring when I arrived - Flowerbirth, right?" She began with a nervous giggle. "I've been managing by only the grace of charity - this place you've built coming together like this, it's impressive as much as I jest. Still it feels much of the time like I've only just arrived, there is so much new and unknown, it's sometimes a bit overwhelming." The admission did not bring her shame - she was certain everyone that had once been in her position felt the same at some point, nobody woke up into a new world knowing everything. "We're making the best of it, as I don't suppose we're leaving any time soon."
"A bit - it was spring when I arrived - Flowerbirth, right?" She began with a nervous giggle. "I've been managing by only the grace of charity - this place you've built coming together like this, it's impressive as much as I jest. Still it feels much of the time like I've only just arrived, there is so much new and unknown, it's sometimes a bit overwhelming." The admission did not bring her shame - she was certain everyone that had once been in her position felt the same at some point, nobody woke up into a new world knowing everything. "We're making the best of it, as I don't suppose we're leaving any time soon."
