Emberwood prayer of the refugee

a name to a face. always decent to go with the one you spoke to. "a pleasure, sir Phase" he was not a bad man, just a bit more... hyperactive than she was used to. Heloise continued to be polite and formal - something she would not shake easily. he was younger than her though, so he may not be for formalities. it mattered not to her; she would continue unless proven wrong. the younger generation never was for them. though one also got a few that were. life was complicated. she attempted not to think too long on it. gave her a headache.

not very accustomed to casual speaking, she would fall silent. the ivory woman always desired to have that lackadaisical care but she felt quite awkward doing so. her humor lost on the young man, she was hesitant to attempt more. though she did not so much as correct him, allowing it to move on. she was not offended. "where do you travel next?" Heloise would ask after a few moments had passed. did he have a plan, or was he going to aimlessly wander like herself?