The days turned to nights. The nights came back to day. Evening and afternoon remained a constant as well. Willoughby yearned for more - she just did not know what she wanted yet. Life was full of potential and so many experiences to be had. She didn't pin point what she needed, only that she wanted something.
Life had a funny way of throwing one curveballs.
The people she had met so far in Novus were kind, understanding and civil. She could not ask for more. It would be almost selfish. Yet it was like she had accepted long ago; these meetings were fleeting. She would, perhaps, never speak to them again. Their names would remain in her memory until they faded with time. It was a sad thought.
Perhaps the maiden was tired of this. She wanted to form lasting connections. She wanted friends, loves... perhaps even a few to butt heads with. But she didn't know how to get around to obtaining this want. For now, all she hoped to do was stick close to the Courts and see what opportunity presented itself.
Willoughby was rocked from her afternoon with these thoughts in mind, shaken only by the approach of another. She'd turn her head to see them; whether they approached her with intent or just passing by. She thought it was quite rude to ignore them, so she called out a soft greeting. It was up to them now.
“speech”
