Lost Creek Hollow hollow

Eshe felt more than a little miserable as her sister decided against having her come along with her to be welcomed in. A frown came as she spoke on relying on her, something in later hours she would understand but presently couldn't get past. Eshe wanted to be something Bhreac could rely on, after all... and in this, she could definitely help her out! Her own impression...? What for? OK, that was mostly rhetorical. She could get that, at least, here and now... but, Eshe wanted to be by her side. "I don't think me being there would hurt any," she mumbled, looking into the distance, looking as slighted as she felt. Which wasn't a great amount. She just wanted to be there, was all.

Eshe looked back to her sister at her next words, letting out a huff. She could not convince her sister otherwise, even if it weren't true that'd be an impossible feat. When Bhreac set her mind to something, one had a .1% chance of causing that set mind to change. And frankly, Eshe didn't have the energy or the ability to do so in this instance... which was perhaps, for the most part, because it was true... whether she realized it or not. Eshe was undoubtedly in denial about it.

But her sisters sage words were squinted at. "Yeah," she accepted, but not without some measure of resistance and probing herself, "But if we're going to be, you know, pack with them... shouldn't we put ourselves out there some...?" Of course, their definition of "some" was incredibly different which the coming days would demonstrate.