Camellia

"Hm....why are you being so nice to me? You some kind of saint or something?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I left it all behind when I left home."

"Home...I guess I am home."

( She seemed startled, almost as if she hadn't even considered such a thing. )

"Welcome home..?"

( She repeated after him hesitantly. )

"Thanks."

( Even she wasn't so ungrateful that she couldn't give some thanks. Her attention turned towards the home in front of them. )

( Nodding, she followed his instructions and put her foot through before waiting for assistance. )

( Ah fuck, this was the part that frightened her the most. Looking down made her vision falter. )

“S..so I just step down?”

"Why'd you say it like that? What's wrong with me staying in the bunks?"

( She was almost offended. )

"So am I living in one of those or elsewhere?"

( She noticed that there seemed to be a lot of land surrounding them and a lot of cattle..)

"How do you run all this on your own?"

( Oh? This was actually pretty fun. It was seen in the way she peered over his shoulder. )

( 💭: Did he just-?

She didn't even have time to think about it before they started to move and she instinctively wrapped her arms around him. )

( The expression on her face clearly showed that she wasn't all that convinced. )

( This was pretty high up. Slow as a snail she did as she was told. )

"This thing isn't going to buck or anything since two people are on it, right?"

( Please let her disappear on the spot. )

"....If you insist then I could allow you to help."

"I got it!"

( She indeed did not have it and failed miserably trying to hoist herself up. )

( She gave him a look as if to say who the fuck rides a horse nowadays? )

"I hitched a ride on the highway all the way to the woods and walked from there. I also may or may not have climbed the fence."

"So, am I going to try and get on that?"

( She gestured towards the horse behind them. If he had to use that animal then it means his home must be a ways from here. )

"So you just live all the way up here alone. You don't miss city life or anything like that?"

“That’s surprising, I didn’t think anyone even lived up here. You not a fan of people or something?”

"You're not about to tell me that you live in some shack out here in the bumfuck nowhere, right?"

( She pushed herself up to her feet. )

"Fine, it can't go any worse than this, right? You got a name, mystery saint?"

"You've been where I have been before? I don't think I can ever picture that."

"Are you some kind of saint or something? Why are you doing all this for someone you don't know?"

you mingling with just anyone. “

( She was obviously drunk by now. )

any idea who her family is?

Camellia, are you sure you want to be in band instead of orchestra? Violin looks better than flute on an application.

Camellia, make sure to give me the first and last names of anyone you talk to so I can run a background check. I won’t have +

( She couldn’t help but chuckle. The flask almost empty at this point. )

“And who would want to go through the trouble of doing that? Other than mother dearest, of course.”

( She held up a hand and mimed that it was talking. )

“Camellia, don’t talk to that girl. Do you have +

"Yes, it was a deal I made with myself. If I didn't figure out what I wanted to do by the time I hit 23 then I would end it."

“I don’t know.”

(That was answer that she came up with after deliberating. She really did not know. She had no expectations for life. No personal motivations that drove her. How was she supposed to take that first step on her own? )