Emberwood An easy day, some appreciation

Fig bowed his head as though ashamed of himself, but his grin remained. It made him happy that he’d so easily broken through her bad mood, though he didn’t fool himself that it had completely passed. He didn’t know what the problem was, or if there really even was one. But he suspected he was correct, and it didn’t really matter anyway. He was here now.

The name she used on his triggered a memory, but he didn’t comment. He saw no need to bring the conversation round to her old friend. They were all better off letting the memory of Penn stay a memory. Maybe even a forgotten one. ”What, can’t I come mind your business too?” he asked, ”Do I have to mind my own business just because you decided to mind yours?” Maybe hers was more interesting. More interesting than his own, anyway. One day, he would have to stop being so boring.