atraxia

the other woman is wise. anemone's eyes seem to brighten at her optimism, and she feels as though she has found a friend in her. it was so easy to talk to her, and easier still to listen. anemone shifts unconsciously closer to her, ears swiveling in case she would say anything else in the meantime. but she does not mind the silence. the waves bring her at peace, and she wonders if xi'nuata enjoys it as well. do you like the sea? she queries innocently, curious, wondering at their differences and similarities. perhaps when the days were warm they could bring the vale fish, a pleasant treat for those who enjoyed the unique taste. it is only then she realizes she does not know the name of the other, and introduces herself: i am anemone... it is a pleasure to meet you, and she falls silent, hoping the other would fill in the blank with her own name.