She shakes her head at him, an easy grin wide across her face. There he goes again, thanking strange women in wild forests. Still, the only thing that she's even thought to complain about as they travel along is the fact that her dress is becoming stifling and uncomfortable. It's all in her head, she knows this. She KNOWS this. But the desire to rip the sleeves off, the desire to shed the (admittedly light) weight is slowly building.
'I've spent too much time out in the wild and too much time alone', she thinks to herself, mentally forcing herself to continue strolling by Horvath's side. He's set a good pace for walking, and a good pace to converse without breathing hard.
She starts up a story, something lighthearted, about how one of her fellow couriers would stop by. One of the many 'Robin Goodfellows' "You do realize there is more than one, yes? It is a name that umm, well - I've used it myself on occasion or two" Mara confesses, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Any time he was in the area, he would always - without fail - spoil the milk in the house. Fresh that morning, or freshly store-bought, it made no difference to him. It grew to be rather exasperating, for all that I enjoyed his company on occasion."
The end of the story is told when Mara explains how she offered him homemade frozen yogurt on his last visit, then spoke of her appreciation for the 'spoiled milk' because without it, she never would have been able to make dessert. "And he hasn't touched my milk since" She laughs.
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Re: It's all good!
Date: 2015-03-10 10:45 pm (UTC)'I've spent too much time out in the wild and too much time alone', she thinks to herself, mentally forcing herself to continue strolling by Horvath's side. He's set a good pace for walking, and a good pace to converse without breathing hard.
She starts up a story, something lighthearted, about how one of her fellow couriers would stop by. One of the many 'Robin Goodfellows' "You do realize there is more than one, yes? It is a name that umm, well - I've used it myself on occasion or two" Mara confesses, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Any time he was in the area, he would always - without fail - spoil the milk in the house. Fresh that morning, or freshly store-bought, it made no difference to him. It grew to be rather exasperating, for all that I enjoyed his company on occasion."
The end of the story is told when Mara explains how she offered him homemade frozen yogurt on his last visit, then spoke of her appreciation for the 'spoiled milk' because without it, she never would have been able to make dessert. "And he hasn't touched my milk since" She laughs.