( sudden jump, sightless eyes flying open. ) .. hysilens. my apologies, i did not hear you approach. ( wipe at face. oh, dear.. )

please do not burn down the forest.

my apologies. i had to be sure. it's a lovely poem.

can the witch stop hitting on anaxa

It's lovely. I didn't know you were a poet.

You have quite the talent.

I see. I have no skill at the craft ; my mind is far too chaotic. My hands may be talented, but my mind 𖤠 Not so much.

... Mm. I can teach you dressmaking, or sewing — embroidery, if you have that much of an interest.

You have very steady hands, and a calm mind. You would do good at them, if you apply yourself well enough.

i see. i will commit this to my memory.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀golden⠀⠀threads⠀⠀.ᐟ⠀⠀ohhh doomed to die from love aglaea..

⠀⠀ ( Blink of unfocused eyes. Swaying on her feet, feeble smile. ) I'm fine, Mydeimos. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀golden⠀⠀threads⠀⠀.ᐟ⠀⠀thinks about castorice and mydeimos

please do not partake in cocaine, anaxagoras.

no, it foes not.