"Those always mutually exclusive?" Effy jokes, smiling to herself as she thinks of Cook, how a mischievous grin could so simply transform into a look of pure and simple contentment. It's been years since she's seen him; she's not even sure where he is nowadays. Returning to Darrow, somehow, makes the memories of him rise to the surface all the more. There are years of experience that have been added now to her memory. Emotional complexities they'd somehow never explored back home.
Sometimes she wishes they'd never left that little island.
But Effy pulls her attention now back to the other woman. There's an air of nonchalance, of disregard in the way that her skirt hikes up her legs, in the bare feet that brace against the bark of the tree. It's the opposite of how Effy presents herself these days, and maybe it's for that reason that she drops her belongings now and slips out of her shoes, coming up to stand near the foot of the tree.
Not climbing up yet — she hasn't been invited.
"Name's Effy. Recently arrived in the city for the second time," she says, lips curved and eyes bright with interest. "You?"
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Sometimes she wishes they'd never left that little island.
But Effy pulls her attention now back to the other woman. There's an air of nonchalance, of disregard in the way that her skirt hikes up her legs, in the bare feet that brace against the bark of the tree. It's the opposite of how Effy presents herself these days, and maybe it's for that reason that she drops her belongings now and slips out of her shoes, coming up to stand near the foot of the tree.
Not climbing up yet — she hasn't been invited.
"Name's Effy. Recently arrived in the city for the second time," she says, lips curved and eyes bright with interest. "You?"