C42 Killed the cat
She had so many tales: her tales, and tales of everyone else she'd crossed who had a tale.
And she interacted with everything. Tapping tree trunks, collecting pebbles which she then discarded when the next questionable rubbish crossed their paths…
As expected, she began running her hands on petals, plucking, assessing and then adding them to a linen pouch.
Wandering ahead was the most advantageous option.
Except…
Curiosity demanded that he decelerate when she paused. It also dictated he pay attention, albeit through stolen glances, to the unusualness of her trivial pursuits.
Perhaps his own inquisitiveness was the biggest hurdle.
