one step of a million

She didn’t make it far before the fisherwoman turned to face her, and they locked eyes. A pity, maybe
last time had been a one off. She stiffened, meeting her gaze with anticipation. So far her luck with
strangers had been good. Maybe she was still too cute to bite. She had thought those days were
behind her, before her first year, but you could never truly know.

The warm hide wolf addressed her. She seemed the honest type, the ones with not much else to give
but a smile and kind words. Whether you could live off their kindness varied greatly, but in times of
plenty some good talk went down just as well as a good meal. These however, were not times of
plenty, but Sybil would oblige all the same. “I would like that, thank you.”

She moved closer, placing herself by the water and next to the stranger. “I am Sybil, of the Pallas line.”
She said, offering her name but not demanding the lady’s. She would divulge that information if she
wished. The girl watched the still water, and observe the woman’s craft. She observed with a mild
interest, but nothing else. She had no interest in learning the skill for herself.

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