Ivy nods and sets the lamp down. She smiles and holds a hand out. "I'm Ivy. You hungry? Hurt? Bored? Know how to play cards?"
Winter sighs, looking down. "My mother's not abusive, but I didn't choose to be in Egypt. If it was up to me, I'd be making music in my studio but my mother's favorite pastime seems to be sticking her nose wherever it fits in my life, if it doesn't fit she makes room, and does whatever she can to benefit from it. So I'm here," she looks up with a small smile.
Winter sighs, looking down. "My mother's not abusive, but I didn't choose to be in Egypt. If it was up to me, I'd be making music in my studio but my mother's favorite pastime seems to be sticking her nose wherever it fits in my life, if it doesn't fit she makes room, and does whatever she can to benefit from it. So I'm here," she looks up with a small smile.
