Barrow Fields You don't have to worry

Her story was very different, but she didn't need to worry about attention... both as a rule and as was her nature, Maia was always spellbound when a story was coming.  They weren't just her trade... they'd been a part of her life, a big part, as long as she could remember.  And they were something she could share with her family, the last part of her mom that she could cling to forever.  They were home.

She'd not heard many like this one, without an ending.  She'd guessed correctly though when she estimated it would be a fable.  It was weird that the moths could make the butterfly feel ugly for being pretty, but she supposed the moral was that differences divided.  Until the end, where it seemed the moral became a bad situation lasted a day, not a lifetime, and sometimes moving past it was best.  At least, how she read it.

I think definitely whatever he found was better than what he left.  Maybe nicer bugs too. she replied with a grin.  Ones who appreciate some good color.  It was good to think he maybe found family though.  So you choose your ending.  That's cool.  They'd played games like that, but generally her stories that didn't end continued rather than falling off like that.  She wondered if Cadeau's endings had changed then, as she grew up.