Sunbeam Lair lost is my four letter word

The troubled guise was more blatant than the voice, in that moment. Brows knit not in refusal, but with a smattering of concern that seemed would never really leave her being; no matter if she aged and aged and never wilted. Her own expression was one of Nevermind that, what nonsense! at the prospect of her being bothered.

Where once she’d wished for nothing more to be kept with her own thoughts, now she found good distraction in the company of others. At least, for now. ”I do know ze way out, yes,” she chirruped, and despite her better judgement, stept tentatively forward. ”It... is easy to get turned about all sorts of ways, here.”