[She doesn't even respond. Doesn't take the Journal. Probably stupid, all things considered. But there's just something about the outright offer of some sort of companionship. Some real company.
Not just someone talking over this thing.
How she finds the lake, she doesn't know. Maybe... Maybe she likes the place. There's something nice about it, she thinks, when it comes into view. Maybe she knew the way because she's been here before.
But clearing the tree line of the area takes a little work. She's inclined to hang back and look for something. She doesn't know what. So, she steps forward.
action
Not just someone talking over this thing.
How she finds the lake, she doesn't know. Maybe... Maybe she likes the place. There's something nice about it, she thinks, when it comes into view. Maybe she knew the way because she's been here before.
But clearing the tree line of the area takes a little work. She's inclined to hang back and look for something. She doesn't know what. So, she steps forward.
Her voice lacks confidence as she calls:]
Cato?