your demons come alive to chase you

A voice. It wasn't an adult voice, no. Gin couldn't help but flinch upon hearing it, more startled than she'd maybe care to admit. It's hard to get used to company again, after being alone for so long. After rarely having company. Right. No, that was a child. That wasn't someone she needed to fear. A child... who had asked her a question. Gin's gaze flickered from the brilliant glow of the runestones to the source of the sound. Right.

What're ya doin' the words had come. It takes Gin a moment to sort out exactly what she wants to say, how she wants to answer. Social anxiety was... less than ideal sometimes, and her thoughts were spinning in too many directions. All of them rolling away, just out of reach. No. Right, placing them down, sticking them in one location. Thoughts. "Studying the stones, I haven't seen any like them before." The words were clear, colored with a lilt of a strange accent. Something far off. Somewhere far off. Gin comes from both places, of course, both something and somewhere. Her gaze settles on the yearling girl for a moment. Why was a yearling out, alone, in the dark?

"What are you doing?" Sure, it would be fair to ask the same question.

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