Wild Berry Meadow reweave

i'm honored

He announces he is nothing more than a traveler between one point and the next, moving through this valley without a second look. It is not his first time through but that means little when it comes to having the land memorized. She is looking at it the first time as he may be, but there is a lack of familiarity she has where he might feel more comfortable in his steps. She nods to his indifferent statement but she brushes it off once he moves on.
 
“Southwest of here,” she says, tossing her nose in the direction she’d come from. “A family took me in,” she adds as an afterthought. She knows now, before even getting the chance to really immerse herself, that she does not fit in and she doubts she can change it.