[private] somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place

[Catryn]

Catryn is satisfied that she wasn’t being made fun of and so the pink and black girl relaxes a little. Some of the edge seeps out of her. Some. She’s comforted by the softness of the voice that’s nearby, anyway. It sounds like the voice of a friend, someone Sixteen might encourage her to hang out with. It was good to make friends, wasn’t it? Rosebay becomes one of a very small number of names that Catryn has learned and that in itself feels like a small victory for today. Almost even feels like that means they’ve exchanged enough words and can part ways. She’s never made it this far into a conversation with someone else before. “I’m Catryn.” She offers in response and decides not to agree outloud on Rosebay’s lack of observation skills. She’s thinking it, though - even as she’s aware of the irony of the blind judging someone else for not being observant enough. The next question seems strange, but not insulting - and Catryn’s head instinctively tilts slightly to the side as she considers the response. “No. I lived in Pangea, and then the earth shook and ate someone, and now… I guess it’s safe again? It’s hard to keep track. I think we still live there - my brother and I.” Somewhere in here, Catryn becomes aware that she's rambling and she shrugs in an effort to cut herself off. "I'm just... visiting here. Is this where you live, then?" The question is added on as an after-thought.

@[rosebay]