volkano?

Maki didn't paint either, but now she thought about it that seemed like it'd be an interesting talent for one of her characters. Maybe their paintings foretold the future or something cool like that? She stowed the idea away for later, brows smushing in pensive thought, briefly at least till the stranger asked her a question. Snapping her out of her idly musings before they could take on a mind of their own. And what a question it was, maybe one the stranger would regret asking.

"Oh well, you see I'm a storyteller." Was what she'd taken to calling herself, about the same level of credibility someone who solely published on Wattpad had in saying they were an author. "My family lived here once, least my Daddy said so. The volcano erupted and everyone had to escape or die. A pretty neat start to a story, don't you think? " She skipped close, her smile a little too enthused as she thought about it all. The drama.