Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

Poet is such a sweetie. <3

It was tempting to ask her why she was smiling so dumbly when there was nothing to be happy about. The unbridled optimism and naivety that this woman possessed was frustrating to Laurel, who was already in a foul mood anyway. She rolled her eyes when the woman said she'd keep it in mind but doubted that she would, really.

When asked for her name Laurel felt a bit annoyed that she didn't offer her own name right away. "I'm Laurel," she said with the same snippy tone still to her voice, though it might be hard to tell if something additional was amiss or if she had simply carried her mood over from the rest of their conversation.