How Green Becomes Wood

"Well I'm glad," Daizi replied earnestly, although she couldn't deny some bit of amusement at Ciara describing it as 'mildly uncomfortable,' "I'd be glad to come back, it's a great spot. And the drinks are wonderful."
 
"No, I suppose we do not," Ciara agreed. "It is... not in my nature, I suppose, to seek out companionship. It may be a flaw on my part. I do enjoy our visits, though, and new experiences."
 
"It's good you like new experiences, because we've had them in spades, haven't we?" Daizi chuckled and tipped her head back thoughtfully. The motion made her long hair cascade over her shoulder, "and luckily for you, I collect introverts. Or unluckily, depending on your perspective. You may not want to be dragged out of your house kicking and screaming."
 
She shrugged, "My husband goes most places with me if I ask. So long as he doesn't need to speak to anyone who is not me, he is satisfied. And not all my friends are introverted. Just most of them. It's worth it, anyway."
 
The open mic started, and Ciara watched as an exuberant child a couple of years younger than the twins got up and read her poem enthusiastically. Ciara had no idea what the poem was supposed to be about, barely understanding a word of it.

"That was courageous," she remarked to Daizi when the girl finished.
 
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