[ She falls silent, uncertain of what to say next, or if she should say anything. In this worlds not her own she's grown accustomed to people expecting conversation, but she still lacks the skill her dearest companions all have.
It isn't a skill she ever cared to have, either — why bother when people so rarely listened? So it frustrates her now, to have this need forced upon her, and continually find herself lacking. ]
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It isn't a skill she ever cared to have, either — why bother when people so rarely listened? So it frustrates her now, to have this need forced upon her, and continually find herself lacking. ]
You're welcome.