Larksong Grotto cranberry

"was supposed to be goin there. things uh- things changed mister dreamer." arletta answered, finding herself unable to keep his eyes in view and looked outwards towards far places.

"who's waitin on ya?" she should be going, like she'd said but the question left her lips rather fast.

the meeting of this stranger was soft enough to ease her mind from the cruelty that she believed all held here. it was something to convince her to back away from spiteful words towards those unknown.