It occurs to her only after the fact that she has proposed having a drink in a bar with a woman (who called her attractive) to tell her a really fucking awful story, and that maybe she should have led with something else? Too late now. From what she's gauged from Lia so far Abby thinks that she'd probably enjoy getting to dramatically react to the whole thing anyway, it'll be fine.
She told Lia she'd meet her in Kirkwall.
She lingers at the other side of the ferry, resisting the urge to touch or pluck at her hair—she did something different with it this time, is all, left it down, braiding only the sides away from her face—or fiddle. She got here first on account of going ahead earlier to scour through the marketplace, and eat fresh bread, and stare critically at secondhand books.
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Date: 2024-01-07 04:17 am (UTC)She told Lia she'd meet her in Kirkwall.
She lingers at the other side of the ferry, resisting the urge to touch or pluck at her hair—she did something different with it this time, is all, left it down, braiding only the sides away from her face—or fiddle. She got here first on account of going ahead earlier to scour through the marketplace, and eat fresh bread, and stare critically at secondhand books.