GRAINNE —
Truthfully, Grainne hadn’t seen anything. She didn’t tend to ‘notice’ her surroundings when she went to that field unless she was painting them, due to the fact that she came there to escape, not to acknowledge where she was or what she was doing. She could imagine she was anywhere in that spot, and wherever that may have been, there were certainly no black speakers. She shook her head, holding her book against her chest as if she were protecting it somehow. “No, I haven’t seen anything other than shit and mushrooms.” She retorted plainly, though she then realised that she may have come across as defensive. She hoped that she didn’t look like the type that would steal, especially something so menial, but how could she know what the other was thinking? “Do you, uh… need help to find it or something?”
IRENE —
Irene didn’t have much hope anyway, so the stranger’s reply warranted just minuscule disappointment and a chuckle. Once again, her eyes scanned the vast expanse of the cow field, estimating the futility of her task.
Her conclusion after jostling around thirty cows: fairly futile.
At the woman’s offer to help, Irene shook her head. Given the smells and grimaces she endured on her way here, roping someone else into this affair seemed essentially immoral. Especially when they were doing something else that was clearly much more entertaining.
“I’m wonderin’ if I should just forget about it. I've violated enough cows today.”
