Lys: One's Place

Aithne jerked her head around at that comment. Nothing at face value? Did no one speak the truth, then?

But she saw the Guttersnipe's actions and had a vague idea of what she meant by it. Her chin lifted in a half nod, and she exhaled, still feeling somewhat drained.

She stayed there a little longer, then shoved herself up, dusting bits of leaves and grass off her skirts. "I suppose we should get back to work, then, eh?" Offering her hand to the girl, she added, "I'm just not used to this not knowing what's going on. Finding one's place in the world- in this world, is harder than I thought it would be."

She picked up her basket, a wry look on her face. "Today, it seems, I'm an apple picker."

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