"Nothing is being lost, not in simply telling," Emer leveled back, not shifting her eyes from Juniper even as they looked away. "Only gained."
The silence in the clinic grew louder. The walls of the ship creaked and groaned, the cabinets shifted, even the little flame, so far in Juniper's eyes, fluttered in the air. It was the sort of place you could hear a heartbeat. The sort of place you could listen to a breath. Emer found herself whispering, not out of secrecy or comfort, but simply to keep that silence whole.
"Everyone changes."
A shift in the stool, squeaking nails.
"And yet, everyone stays the same. Have you... ever heard the story of The Carpenter's Cottage?"
Post by ShoddyProduct on Mar 25, 2023 19:40:17 GMT
People most certainly did change, Juniper knew that well. They were a living embodiment of that change, having worn many faces over the years. They had doubts about staying the same despite the change, however. Hardly anything felt static for them. They felt volatile, for more reasons than their nature. They almost asked what the wisewoman meant by what she had said, but she continued speaking before the words could take shape, and asked about a story.
Their eyes flicked to Emer momentarily, before going back to the lantern. "No ma'am, I haven't," they responded, matching her tone.