「 STRIFE. 」

        “  Because I’m bani —  ”     Hold on. Had he seriously not even listened to a single word she’d spoken to him? Now she seriously questioned what the point was of her even remotely trying. Phenex gave a small huff and focused her emerald eyes onto the corner of his shirt, within seconds, it began to smoke then suddenly combusted into a tiny flame.   “  What is the point in me explaining ANYTHING when you never listen?!   ”

Curious eyes meet the gaze of the man on the swing.  It was instinctive to pause in her step with a quick shift of the hiking pack on her back.  In one hand she held her violin case with her other hand shifted to try to keep the pack balanced.

“Um-” she hesitated as wind swept curls shifted like a wildfire across her pale features, “It.. it was a shortcut.”  She didn’t know why he was here.  Did he expect her to have a reason, too?  She was just a traveling musician, after all. 

          jesse’s eyes flit between the case in hand and the pack on her back. he knows he has no right to her story as she has no right to his, but curiosity is often the companion that one can’t ignore, though it’s only now just sinking in that he’s now in a conversation he didn’t exactly want to be in. catch-22 at it’s finest, it seems.

She was better adjusted to contemporary life than most her siblings but it did not mean she was truly adapted to the human world. After all, her interactions were relatively limited. 

“Do you have to be so judgey? Some people are just… different.”