[ the tea is for you, hun (not a typo), held close to jun until he takes it. it’s sweetened with honey and brewed from fresh leaves! she wished she grew those, but they’re from the supermarket. maybe one day, she’ll grow something. like a weed. what brings her here—? ]
Prayer, perhaps. [ she always prays for the right thing to happen every day, and that had not counted the people who pray to her. she makes it open to interpretation, as always. she wrinkles her nose as she looks at at the snow— hopefully she wasn’t blinding him with the light. ] Is this land your home?
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Prayer, perhaps. [ she always prays for the right thing to happen every day, and that had not counted the people who pray to her. she makes it open to interpretation, as always. she wrinkles her nose as she looks at at the snow— hopefully she wasn’t blinding him with the light. ] Is this land your home?