[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

I don’t? She laughed, I might have come from the ‘woods,’ but my hands are just your opposites, Nairn. She’d raise a hand, eyes drifting between it and adding, Though you got way bigger ones… but see, opposites.

They’d walk around some more with her finally figuring out the layout of the district, enough at least to know where not to wander alone. Kind and doe-eyed as she was, she also had a sense for people and their intentions. He commanded attention, yet denied it simultaneously.

A fraction of fear mixed in with the excitement of her face, Maybe not a big boat… that was a frightening prospect, start off smaller, but yeah. One day anyway. Her shoulders bobbed and the healer took a few draws of the pipe following after him with a skip. She’d pull up alongside him before offering it, Want a draw? Wee ones mind. This isn’t the shit that Bertie tries to grow.