Phantom Hollow make me your radio

she thought it odd the kindness of strangers.

her homeland was less inclined to extended such hospitality. the gentleness here unsettled her, it was foreign, unnerving, suspicious. she'd just been warned of unfriendliness, of spilt blood over territory, and now a pretty dove had invited her into said realm with a warmth she felt was unnatural.

a lure, a trap it was perhaps! or maybe it was just the fear of a recluse so alone she'd spun a web of doubt and fear for affection.

"i do not wish to inconvenience you." a lie, her eyes told it so. there was no trust earned here over honeyed words, no matter how sweet they sounded.