practicality

She gave him a perplexed look. He didn't really get it. But then she had never been particularly good at explaining herself. Half the time people thought she meant something entirely different than what she'd actually said. Of course life was a story. Or rather, it was a lot of little stories all combined into one large story that never ended. Characters and their stories threaded in and out to form one long pattern of events. What else were history and legends and myths? "I'm not a source... the writers and texts themselves are sources. I'm just an ordinary person who happens to read and remember more than is good for her." And sometimes those around her. But she didn't want to argue. Not with him. Not with anyone, really, but particularly not with him. "I'll think on it and do my best not to work myself into a greater knot of worry than I already am."