Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

The story had dripped from her mouth with a surprising ease, though it had left behind a difficult set of emotions firing up inside Maera's head. She watched the stranger with careful, expentant eyes. She had just poured a bit of her heart out to him, without even knowing his name, and though she couldn't be sure if he cared about what he'd just heard or not, it was an important thing for Maera to see that the wall she had built around herself could be broken, that little by little, brick by brick, she could open up.
This was both an encouraging and frightening discovery.

She had repressed all of this things for so long it was scary to think that they could escape her, but also,it could be a bit relieving to think that they didn't have to forever clog her throat. While Maera silently applauded this little self accomplishment, it seemed Étoille didn't have much to offer in return. This however did not bother Maera, who figured he wasn't particularly in a conversatory mood. And when he launched his next question Maera found herself with the question: was she?

"I don't know" she answered flatly.
Some truths weren't as impressive.