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“And you,” she chimes.

Eshe is decidedly lovely. There’s a calmness in the way she assembles her stock, an admiration with the level of competence she speaks on her work. Tauris dabbles in trades, but she’s a master of none. She was rapt in the woman’s craft, pulling up alongside the bank to watch her as Eshe didn’t seem too dissuaded by her nosiness, or otherwise was too polite to make it known.

“Your birth valley is beautiful. Is that why you’ve returned?” She’ll venture, trading glances between the silver woman and the occasional passing trout that teased her with his lush shimmer.

She wonders how it must feel to return to a childhood place, like trying to get back to a time when everything felt safe and inconsequential, or chasing memories of the lost and absent. There were too many ghosts for that.