Wapun Meadow open my chest and color my spine

"I-I'm sorry" she burst out, lowering her gaze to the ground. he seemed a bit understanding if anything but... his gender did not help the situation. Winona still felt rooted to the ground, having backed up a few paces to give herself a nice breathing room. her tone was soft as she went on. "I... I'm not used t-to, um, many people." it wasn't fair to the guy, she knew. which was why she was trying to make an effort. she'd given the people at Easthollow the same excuse, feeling it was very rude to point out just because he was a man she didn't want him near her. 

she wasn't even 'built' for children yet. why was she so nervous? well... she knew why. being a captive did that to you. as the vultures stared at you, sizing you up, making inappropriate comments as they assaulted your mother - oh gods why was she thinking about these things now? Winona felt a whimper escape. "y-you" she went on, trying to awkwardly smile "you just... startled me. t-that's all." try, girl. try to be a good one. try to be social. be friendly. be open-minded.