Heron Lake Plateau i could tell you that i saw you, but i couldn't make it up the stairs

it was not unusual for caiaphas to lapse into silence, as she did then -- surely, this behavior was occasionally a conversation killer (as well as a thread killer, kek), but she had little to contribute and much to think of. how often she had met a stranger who presumably was intelligent -- only to have their mouth open and erase any impression of cleverness. better to be silent, she thought -- very little could be interpreted from a stone.

blondine, perhaps not surprisingly, had spoken the one thing caiaphas had thought herself -- if they were intruding. she looked to colt then, an expectancy in her hungry gaze as she awaited his answer.