Hideaway Strath stained coffee mugs

Some creek. But that didn't feel like it mattered now. She had not grown to know the place or to truly call it home. Confined to the den until her mother up and moved them. It wasn't where she belonged and it made no sense to try to go back there.

Oh. The woman was deaf. Perhaps that explained a few things but regardless of that thinking, Dorea made sure to look directly at her now. I, uh, said that...it's like she was never there. Never anywhere. Not here. Just...gone. She awkwardly elaborated feeling discomfort and embarrassment creep over her features. She had started off confident in her skills but it seemed the woman had peeled it back to expose her anxious core. For she could not even begin to describe how utterly useless and hopeless she felt.