She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
She smiled, thankful for the kindness and willingness to educate her. She knew there were lots of abandoned homes in the domiciles, because she had passed them on the way to Amun's shop. The idea of moving into a home that one day had belonged to someone else, who might (and most likely) met an untimely demise made her stomach turn. However, Letha decided it was just the way things were here, because of the ease of which Samuel spoke about it.
She nodded along with him, agreeing. She wondered if she could help Amun in his pottery shop, or even learn something new and open her own shop. Maybe she could be like her mother. No, she could never be as talented as Ranjiri. She sighed, but the sadness behind it was not for Samuel. "That sounds like a good plan." She shifted her weight, and scooted forward off of the rock they had been resting on. "It was nice to meet you, Sam." She smiled some, but the sadness of thinking of her mother did not leave her ocean eyes.
