Sleepy Fox Hollow träume sind zum träumen da

like father, like daughter; she felt that words between them might always be difficult. was it a product of her wont to fade in and out of society? heaven knows that not even this welcome state of serenity would suffice to domesticate her. 

“sure, i’m— fulfilled…” phaedra answered, ensconcing herself in the vague feeling that she may well be lying. her toes fidgeted with the soil.

after a beat, but before he might say anything else, she meekly said: “is happiness the same thing as fulfillment, i wonder?”