Broken Boulder living a little

"we can worry about it later" it was raining after all, and even though Heloise could be considered a 'slave driver', she was not going to let Roscoe flop about in the mud. he would get hurt. she could get hurt. he still seemed a bit reluctant, as if he was humoring her by replying and not at all serious about it. people had different strengths, but again; she'd sleep better knowing she didn't have to worry about his health.

"I have... met many people so far" the pale woman would go on "some kind. some not" her eyes closed briefly, recalling the pair that had accosted Roscoe and her back then. "but I believe everyone has their own ideas, their own goals" thoughts led back to the girl and the woman at the strange altar. "you will find a place for yourself, Roscoe. where people fit nicely into your own ways." for that was the hope of many, and some had achieved such a thing.