cashing in my bad luck
tori
01-18-2022, 07:23 PM
It had been a long, long time since she'd been among her own, that was true. As a yearling Gin had spirited herself away. There were answers out here somewhere, if only she could find them. The island of her birth was too small, too isolated. Every place she'd seen, every place she'd been, every culture she'd gotten a taste of... they all had answers of their own, but they were all different. They had stories for her to collect, and each one she held dear, close to her chest. Maybe the answers she was looking for were close by. It was true-- some of the answers were. Some, but not all. "Better than what?" Gin had seen many ways of life. She wasn't quite sure if any of those ways were better or worse than the one that had raised her. None of them had been perfect so far... not perfect for her, at least. It was possible that the stranger before her was in much the same position. Maybe he wanted something that fit better. There was no way for her to know. Not yet. Still, Gin was careful as she watched, remaining perfectly still. "I collect stories," after all, that was the first reason she'd left home. Collect stories, look for answers, find her place in this big wide world. Curiously, she takes a single elegant step forward to study him better in the low light of the moon. |