[ Wonders at the tendency of people here to grow distant when their minds light on things like 'places to belong', but perhaps it would be overstepping his bounds to pry into such matters. He lifts his hand instead, pointing down the slope to where Rosette is no doubt tormenting one of their visitors near the lake. ]
The girl with the blonde hair, Rosette. We grew up together. [ Or she grew up, anyway. ] So this place is really hers as much as it is mine.
no subject
The girl with the blonde hair, Rosette. We grew up together. [ Or she grew up, anyway. ] So this place is really hers as much as it is mine.