”Stepmoms? Plural?” she asks, not judging, just curious if he’s willing to talk of it. She is always curious. Knowledge is a currency, it is power, but also, she just wants to know about him. Learning about others is important, and she finds that though she is often sleuthing for gossip that she is also just interested. ”I never knew my father, though I only had one stepfather. He was a good man. I was the weird bastard middle child. Not usually how that works,” she says with a laugh, but of course, if you knew Straia, you knew it wasn’t all that surprising.
”Two years almost makes you from here. Kind of. Though you look like you belong well enough,” she agrees, eyeing his tan and muscled skin. It was certainly not unattractive. ”Halo. Born, raised and stuck there until recently. I’ve been enjoying warm weather. It is very weird.” She’d never dreamed of walking outside through the surf in bare feet, of wearing t-shirts beneath the summer sun.
”Two years almost makes you from here. Kind of. Though you look like you belong well enough,” she agrees, eyeing his tan and muscled skin. It was certainly not unattractive. ”Halo. Born, raised and stuck there until recently. I’ve been enjoying warm weather. It is very weird.” She’d never dreamed of walking outside through the surf in bare feet, of wearing t-shirts beneath the summer sun.
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