Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Eddie thought the little snort was a good window into the person she must have been a long time ago. Maybe it was only a few decades when the short grass came up to her knees and the sweet country air of the king's land was all she needed. Eddie suspected longer because he knew an old soul when he met one. Either way, he wondered if she had it easy or if her childhood was a country version of his own. Adults that simply didn't get it.
He nodded at her sage advice and shook his head like he had an illness with no cure in sight. "Sometimes it's hard not feeling like I've already lived my life and this- the carnival? Is some form of purgatory. Lately, it hasn't been so bad. But, when I first arrived here I was certain I'd slowly fade away." He wiggled his fingers in the air, like dust.
Eddie knew he found a kindred spirit in curiosity, even if she had a hard time admitting so. He put his teacup down, folded his fingers together and leaned back in his chair. "Good. I need a rational mind to tell me I'm being silly." He pointed to her, since she was clearly the more grounded out of the two.