C50 Sprawled
Yuya laid there for a while; wondering, waiting, expecting.
It was ridiculously unreasonable to have formed an attachment to him within half a day.
A chauvinistic man, apparently, and a poor conversational companion, definitely.
But all things being equal, having someone to travel with was a nice variation to her solitude.
Which he was totally ruining for her at the moment.
But ties needed to be severed, and she would find her own way to accomplish both missions, avoiding the comfort of friendly villages and gentle smiles like the plague.
So why was she still here?
And…um…what was his name?
ms91: sorry for the wait! I was stuck and entirely unhappy with how different sections of the story were going to work out. But finally managed to get through that! Yay.
Enjoy!
