Stavanger Bay I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

He was cute, but Reverie just — didn't have it in her, not anymore. She'd thought that she would want a meeting like this, that she would take the first opportunity she found to test the waters and see if she might find what she was looking for in someone new. But here, now, looking at him; she could only think of Lestan, and how very tired he'd made her. It was not a sense of loyalty that discouraged her in the end, but bitterness; hopelessness.
So she turned her thoughts away from Eventide's pretty blue eyes, and kept to friendliness. Are you a traveler? She asked eagerly. Which direction did you come from? I just - well, I haven't seen all of the coast yet, and I'd love to hear about it. Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't even noticed his hesitation at being in claimed territory.