Seaside Moors echèk

maleah breathes a sigh of relief as the seawoman relents. she watches her chew the herb with a satisfied curl to her lips.
i know, she nods. but they're smart girls. i think they get it from you.
she digs her toes into the wet gravel with a quiet exhale. she had never been one for touch, and yet she inexplicably found her head resting upon the red-pelted shoulder, much in the same way it had that afternoon beneath the trees.