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“No, thank you,” she waves him away. “I dislike the taste.” She had shared a few when she was younger. Besides, she knows what sort of hold that can have on a person, and she had resolved never to let anything or anyone have that power over her again.

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

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“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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“I suppose you could look at it that way.” She concedes. She’s certainly never thought of it that way. It would lead to a lax attitude. Nothing would ever be pulled together.

“That’s bad for you, you know.” She chides gently, almost jokingly. Somehow, she doubts he cares.

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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“Thank you,” she giggles. “I certainly tried. I think it’s one of my best yet.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Have you made anything lately?”

Amelie only intended to get a drink and go home,but it spotted a familiar face and couldn't help but sit down next to her.

"Hii,nice to see you!¡"

“Ah, my friend from the coffee shop.” Emi smiles warmly at them. “How are you?”

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Resigned. That’s the word for it. Not selfish as it may appear on the surface. She’s learned better than to stop at that.

“A shame.” She sighs. “But unsurprising.” She runs a hand through her hair, deep in thought. “You don’t seem like a man who would waste time. You certainly don’t waste words.”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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She nods. That was her assumption, but there’s always some level of uncertainty when it comes to people. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” She admits. “There’s probably much I could learn from you, if it came down to it.”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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“Be my guest.” She pushes it over to Amelie with a smile. She glows with pride. “You can keep it if you like. I’m sure I can make another.”

Amelie only intended to get a drink and go home,but it spotted a familiar face and couldn't help but sit down next to her.

"Hii,nice to see you!¡"

“Ah, my friend from the coffee shop.” Emi smiles warmly at them. “How are you?”

[winding-strings]

“Most people don’t believe in fate. Is it that you know more, or less than the average person?” She probably won’t get any productive answer, but she’s curious.

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

[winding-strings]

They walk in silence for a while, only the sound of Emi’s cane scraping against the concrete keeping them company.

“You are a strange man.” Emi says finally. She can feel it of course, in the way her hair stands on end, but can’t bring herself to step away. “What is it that keeps you going?”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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She pulls it out and shows it off to Amelie. It’s a nice pink with little tassels on the end. “It took me a bit longer than I had hoped, but it turned out in the end.”

Amelie only intended to get a drink and go home,but it spotted a familiar face and couldn't help but sit down next to her.

"Hii,nice to see you!¡"

“Ah, my friend from the coffee shop.” Emi smiles warmly at them. “How are you?”

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“Care to join me then?” She motions down the sidewalk. “I have no destination in mind either. I just thought a bit of fresh air might be nice.”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

[winding-strings]

“I tend to be here, or the park a few streets down.” She motions vaguely on the direction of the park.

“When you’re ready, you’ll find me.” She’s being needlessly mysterious. Hell, she’s pulling the kids leg. But when does she not take the chance to pretend to be more than she is?

Emi sits at a table outside a coffee shop. She has a peaceful expression on her face, crochet hook in hand. Her cane is leaned against the table, purposefully on the side closer to the shop, where it would be harder to reach. She moves easily, hooking and weaving and humming a soft tune.

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“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder in a playful motion.

“Where are you headed, if I might ask?”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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“Quite well, thank you.” She sets aside her phone which she had been tapping away on.

“Would you like to see the finished product?” She pats a bag at her side, a bit of something soft peaking out. It’s the scarf from the last time they had met.

Amelie only intended to get a drink and go home,but it spotted a familiar face and couldn't help but sit down next to her.

"Hii,nice to see you!¡"

“Ah, my friend from the coffee shop.” Emi smiles warmly at them. “How are you?”

[winding-strings]

Amelie only intended to get a drink and go home,but it spotted a familiar face and couldn't help but sit down next to her.

"Hii,nice to see you!¡"

“Ah, my friend from the coffee shop.” Emi smiles warmly at them. “How are you?”

[winding-strings]

He’s a strange one. He has for more sorry to tell than she could even begin to piece together. It’s dangerous, and that makes it interesting.

“So do you always start arguments with strangers on the street?” She leans on her cane, trying to appraise what she can of him.

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

[winding-strings]

“Well if I’d had any choice in the matter, perhaps I’d have called you names first.” She laughs lightly. “But if it makes any difference to you now, hello.” She extends a hand.

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?

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“Is that an offer?” She smiles wryly. Violence is never a good solution though, as appealing as it sounds.

“Regardless, I find my words to be a perfectly suitable tool. There’s so much more you can accomplish with your words than with your fists.”

A woman walks through the streets of London. Her cane makes little tip-tapping noises as she walks. She does well for being by herself in such a way. She always was one for independence. She continues about her day, until she swings her cane, accidentally whacking someone in the shin.

“Oh, I’m sorry” she smiles apologetically.

@winding-strings

“Watch where you’re going.” Elias mumbles. If it had been any other day, he would have ignored her, or perhaps had more violent retribution, but not now. Not while he’s still out of it, when he has more feeling in his strings than the shin she hit, and when he made the painful mistake of forgetting everything was awful for a while.

He knows everything comes crashing down. He’s been around long enough to understand the pattern. So why was Elias stupid enough to trust faer?