Heron mingle

[exothermia]

Who: Heron and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: the Heron
When: April

[Hello birdies! We've got new bunks and a quieter engine, and possibly some rumours stuck to the fridge. What are you getting up to this month?]

Comments

[stabsbothways]

[ The slammed bowl was enough of an indicator to know she was treading on rough ground. But he kept talking, so she figured the anger wasn't directed at her. ]

I'm sorry. [ Her tone takes on an uncharacteristic softness. She put her hands on the table and jumped up onto it, her legs dangling off the side. ]

I was married once, too. Similar outcome, very different lead up, I think.

i'm so sorry i thought i replied to this!

[exothermia]

[Erik doesn't look her way when she moves. It's a far better choice to keep his eyes on the mixing bowl. But he's listening.]

Why would you think that?

[He's said nothing about his life, after all.]

[stabsbothways]

I figure it's a safe assumption that you didn't enable an assassin to murder your wife.

Apologies if I'm wrong.

[exothermia]

...no. I did not.

[Different circumstances indeed.]

An unhappy marriage, I take it.

[stabsbothways]

It had it's charms.

Eventually the charms wore out. I decided I wasn't the marrying type. And I was young and spiteful, and didn't envy the prospect of being hunted.