Rising Sun Valley rêves de paysages sans fin

Ah, that question. Phoebe had come to hate that question.

Still, she hadn’t been raised to simply take off and act like a churl.

“Just… traveling,” she answered lamely, and knew it. It wasn’t really the appropriate response she had hoped would go springing off her tongue in front of the stalwart woman. She tried to salvage it just as quickly. “The weather’s getting better every day so I thought I’d see what was out here.”

Was that better? She hoped it was better. She hoped it didn’t sound like the sort of thing that suspicious runaways said to mothers who most certainly could sense better, who knew better. She never considered the possibility that she was less of a child and more the age of one quite able to disperse and have minute value.