one step of a million

The girl had no ground to stand on, nothing to fall back to. But if she had, she might never have had this
conversation. She would've turned her nose up, left fish in maw and return home satisfied. In her ego
she'd never heed the word of a stranger in the way she had, not if she didn't know they were worth
listening to beforehand. Without foundation she was humbled, and while she couldn't recognise it in
the moment, it was an opportunity to grow.

She stared at the fish, now picked clean. One step at a time. Where would she go next then?

The world was still around them, with no way to determine how much time had past. "Thanks for the fish."
She said quietly, politely, as she rose to her paws and turned back south.

[>exit?]


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