sierra-windguardian

I loved the way Faye’s eyes traveled elsewhere before she spoke. There was always contemplation, before her words. As confident as she was, when she wanted to use her words for something true, she could never find them. But, we both knew I’d give her that time. It was because I had no words to say. My mind was a blank slate, this time of night. The perfect piece of paper to gather the words stirring inside of her. She had far more to say than me, she always did. I was honored to be the one to hear her. Especially here, where no one bothered to. Confidence washed over her again. Her composure shifted from sad and forlorn to energetic and playful. She snapped her fingers at me. “Olivia!" The intensity that lingered before began to shake off. "I have tonight’s question.” I could feel the weight of her words, the thoughts behind them. Like little weights falling to the floor, each word was freer than the last. This was her moment to speak. I watched her forked tongue slide across her