one step of a million

Wren felt herself chuckle. Bad weather, huh? That's why it had been mentioned. She shook her head, a scoff leaving her lips. "Seeing as you're still in one piece, you're tough to weather that storm." It wasn't a compliment, but a matter-of-fact observation. If Sybil had been hurt, she would have displayed hurt. Instead, the girl soldiered on. Wren respected that if anything. If not a bit hungry, the girl was still alive.

"We'll chalk it up to part luck and part skill" the young woman joked "I can swim pretty well, but the wind seems to knock me over. Strange how that is" she trailed off briefly, shaking her head again as if to clear away a fly "but I haven't seen... everything. Not yet. Maybe I'll stick around this realm for a bit. See what it has to offer. What about you?"

She wasn't trying to pry. Wren was just curious.

"Speech"