LETHA
Letha nodded, relief flooding her veins and easing the muscles in her shoulders to relax. She was glad she was not tresspassing on this woman's home. "No, I've never seen a lighthouse before." She looked up towards the sky, the height of the stone building amazing to her. She wondered if her mother could have made anything like this. Ranjiri was a skilled mason, that was a memory that Letha was confident in.
"I'm afraid not." She shook her head lightly, letting her hand fall from touching the lighthouse. As it did, her fingers tried to remember every bump and edge of stone. She sighed, some. "Are you a local?" She asked, looking the woman up and down. At this point, Letha was not concerned about trying to be discrete. This woman already seemed to read her like a book.
The sound of the waves still crashed behind Letha. It was too warm here and there was a lack of any fog or mist, but the waves crashing against stone, banging to be let in, made her feel some familiarity. It brought comfort to her, in this place where everything else was new and uncomfortable.
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
