@PA1NT_IT_BLACK and revealed a wriggling trout. She had caught it by the tail. She showed it to her brother, who stumbled back in fear.
"I don't think I'm very good at it. But I'd love to give it another try."
@PA1NT_IT_BLACK "Fishing, you say?" Jessamy's brows raised. "I suppose I have. Once. I'm not sure if it counts." Her nose wrinkled as she recalled a very old childhood memory: an afternoon by the creek, her skirt wet on the edges and hoisted up to her thighs. She raised a hand from the water +
@PA1NT_IT_BLACK "I'd find it nowhere else but here. I am always happy to return to you." She tilted her head. "And your /remarkable/ cooking, of course."
@PA1NT_IT_BLACK A half-joke. Matthew was unfortunately a very adorable crier. Still, an ache would settle itself upon Jessamy's heart whenever she saw those glistening tears roll down his flushed cheeks. "I appreciate the care that you have for me." She shook her head. +
@PA1NT_IT_BLACK ( MATTHEW )
"Of course I'm here. Did you think I'd die a third time? The whole process is quite taxing and I'm certain you know what I mean." Jessamy laughed, bright and genuine.
"It's good to see you, Matthew."
@CVNTSMAN ( FOXAN. )
The raven stood wearily from across the room, stance wide, hands balled into fists. Her muscles were stiff, shoulders tensed. In her deep, dark eyes was an expression of cautious gratitude. +