She looks mildly disappointed for a second before she nods.
"I thought you meant something from the City. I poked my head in. Glad someone's doing that." A wry smile. "Guess it does say a lot about the place that all we've got to read is each other's campfire stories, doesn't it? Bloody Chaucerian."
For her own part, she's thought about contributing a story or two -- maybe what she remembers of something like Peter Pan, or the fairy tales her gran used to tell her. What exactly is stopping her, she couldn't say. Misanthropy, distraction, take your pick.
"You said Marc doesn't want you going off on your own? 'S a bit controlling."
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She looks mildly disappointed for a second before she nods.
"I thought you meant something from the City. I poked my head in. Glad someone's doing that." A wry smile. "Guess it does say a lot about the place that all we've got to read is each other's campfire stories, doesn't it? Bloody Chaucerian."
For her own part, she's thought about contributing a story or two -- maybe what she remembers of something like Peter Pan, or the fairy tales her gran used to tell her. What exactly is stopping her, she couldn't say. Misanthropy, distraction, take your pick.
"You said Marc doesn't want you going off on your own? 'S a bit controlling."