how did this asylum become where i sleep
Alys listened thoughtfully, spooning out another bite of stew. That merpeople could have different lower halves made sense, though she had never really considered it before. "Fascinating," she murmured. If she were a merperson, what kind of lower half would she want? Although they probably didn't get to choose, did they? Shaking her head, she decided she could consider that another time.
Her bowl was growing empty, and her stomach had finally stopped its rumbling. It left her in a better mood, and she considered Tal's next question as she mopped up the last of her stew with some bread. She supposed it couldn't hurt to share, so she shrugged and said, "The Hollowed Grounds." It hadn't been much of a home, and her dismissive tone made that clear. "After the barriers fell, I left. I stayed in the Greatwood for a little while, but it wasn't..." Wasn't what? Homey? She scoffed internally. "I just got bored, I guess."
Her bowl was growing empty, and her stomach had finally stopped its rumbling. It left her in a better mood, and she considered Tal's next question as she mopped up the last of her stew with some bread. She supposed it couldn't hurt to share, so she shrugged and said, "The Hollowed Grounds." It hadn't been much of a home, and her dismissive tone made that clear. "After the barriers fell, I left. I stayed in the Greatwood for a little while, but it wasn't..." Wasn't what? Homey? She scoffed internally. "I just got bored, I guess."
Alys
