Phoenix Maplewood home is what you make of it

well good. she had been raised in proper mannerisms yet others seemed to be disgruntled or even awkward when she call them such. a name was given freely, and she'd breathe a sigh of relief. at least the man was straightforward, not dancing upon his words and his hidden agenda. "then call me Heloise" she'd rise from her spot to walk toward him. she had no hidden agenda in the way of harming others; if she kept things close it was to protect them from it. whether they wanted it or not.

Brisbane would remark upon the berries. pale eyes shifted to the brush. to be frank she had never eaten a berry before. hunting was always good in the warm seasons and when it was cold, she starved with all the rest. he'd offer her one even if it wasn't belonging to him. "the best things in life can be bitter" she'd remark before stretching her neck out to pluck one for herself. chewing thoughtfully, she supposed it wasn't that bad. she did a quick swallow. "do you live here, Brisbane?"