Stone Circle lookin' for a mind at work

She felt a growing agitation - not at her sister, but at the novel idea that maybe she should have found someone by now, or at least, someone to pursue. There had been one initial interest, though nothing of the romantic sort - just enough to get her curious, but fleeting enough for her to forget him until their conversation now. Nanook hadn’t even caught his name - in fact, she reasoned he had probably been a mute. But she remembered the intrigue he had sparked as they’d fallen into uncanny, yet strangely familiar rhythm, as they had raced for shelter against one of the Valley’s storms.

She hadn’t met anyone quite like him since, but didn’t dwell on the fact she didn’t think she ever would. But Valette seemed all too eager to delve into her cold and vacant love life, and Nanook didn’t see much harm in catering to her fancy just this once, no matter how stupid it felt.

She shrugged. “I guess it’s less important what he looks like, and more who he is.” Someone who didn’t mind her oddities. Someone patient like that.