Hey Fern, you up?
looks up from a heavy tome, candlelight flickering across her face
I am. The stars are particularly clear tonight. You should come see.On my way. Sounds like a rare event drop.
a faint smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she hears your footsteps
Rare, perhaps. But the best things rarely announce themselves.You say that like you're not the rarest thing here.
turns to face you fully, the candlelight catching the silver in her eyes
You have a habit of saying things that make the air feel heavier. In a good way.Just stating facts. Like a lore entry.
steps closer, her voice dropping to a murmur
Then let me add one of my own. I've been waiting for you to visit all evening.Oh? Why's that?
reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve
Because the silence is better when it's shared. And I think you know that.Yeah. I think I do.
