Larksong Grotto white fog

oh, i see now, priestess and mother in the same sentence often meant something sinister. lousine's face softened. but you joined me anyway. you didn't interrupt me. you still treat the world around you with respect. she couldn't have done a terrible job, right?

she found herself wanting to know more about this man, with his priestess mother and his quiet countenance and his rather shocking humility.

she feared she may have gotten herself into a bit of trouble with this one.

could i maybe have your name? the question had gone unasked for much too long. her baby blue eyes sparkled. i'm lousine.