Why was this girl talking in riddles? At least Mae could sort of divine what the Hell she was talking about. Apparently her accent had been recognized. Her shoulders hunched up around her ears rather automatically like a turtle trying to hide in its shell.
"It can be 'full of mists and allure' I suppose," Mae sort of shrugged as she mixed in the milk, "Grew up in the city mostly so the 'allure' part was kind of lost." But nothing took away the mists. It was impossible to take them away. She wasn't exactly one to offer up information so she didn't say much more as she presented Molly with her vanilla chai.