"I am. Was there a Melody... (she checked in Melody's things) Marron that passed through here?"
"Could have been. What did the lady look like?"
Eve stopped and went into a whole loving description, like one might do for a piece of art. "She has brown hair... blue eyes. She's slim, and puts out one side to the other when she walks. Her laugh is perfect, just at the pitch to be admirable. And when she looks at you, you can tell if she dislikes you... or if she'll love you forever." Eve started blushing, she had not meant to go on so long.
"Brown hair, blue eyes, slim? Yeah, she came through. She took the last stagecoach to Dallas. The next one leaves early tomorrow." Oh, well. A few coins for the inn wouldn't set her back, but she wondered about a large city. Could she find her love?
A woman about a generation older than Eve came up to her. "Pardon me, miss. I'm going on the stagecoach as well. Would you like to travel together? You can stay in my room." The woman seemed rather intent, so Eve agreed.
There was only one bed in the room, so the two women were sleeping together. Eve put on a gown, but her companion stripped off all her clothes and got into bed with her. She could tell she was a polite woman, so she doubted she would be aggressive.
Still, it was rather awkward sleeping next to her. Eve noticed she was avoiding any physical content. Eve was as well, her hand went to her pussy a few times, but didn't start outright masturbating. She wondered if her new friend was doing the same, and if there was a connection between them. Eventually, the two of them drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, the two were on the stagecoach. They were told they likely would get to Dallas before nightfall. There had been nothing other than plain land for miles. It was just them inside, so they began conversation. Eve admitted she was interested in women, though she wasn't sure where it would go.
