Hushed Willows what happened to the charm of a small town?

I promise they will have another soon ok this just felt too fitting

Thanks, Mae muttered, unimpressed. The girl was near to her own age but she still acted like a child, like someone too young to know that something as trivial and stupid as gifts didn't matter or that her brothers and father would leave her one day. Well, it wasn't Mae's job to educate her.

Oh, so you're just like, homeless, An imperious lift of her chin accompanied the words, subtle enough to be missed. She cast a glance down at the coastal treasures laid at her feet, and after a moment reached out to roll the pink pearl toward the girl. Her next words came in an odd and unreadable tone; Keep it. So you can remember your home.

She gathered the other gifts and turned to leave, this time determined not to be stopped. The girl was infuriating to her for some reason she couldn't put a name to. Mae would spend the next several days thinking about her, thinking she might seek her out again — only to realize, when she finally searched, that the girl was gone. And Mae didn't even know her name.