Northstar Vale you've made a pig's ear

in a forest in northstar vale the current centre of the universe. astynome and a terribly beautiful stranger. just looking at andraste made her want to cry. her expression went through stages (squinting, mouth slightly opening, closing, hoping she won't notice your strange right eye). all that clicking and whirring underneath everyone's face. 
a glance back up. second thing she noticed: the scars. a map of an urban sprawl.

jump to where she is now, unable to look her in the eye. how sensitive. what a pincushion for a heart. "courtfall?" stuttering as if she's some emasculated talk show host. is this what we aspire to be? "i'm sorry. i'm very lost." 

stick her through a polygraph and watch the graphs go wild. she'd always been horrible at lying— felt so terribly out of place, like trying to eat a credit card. you're not lost if you don't even have a final destination, astynome. the waif.