Make the Best With What You're Given

A smile formed as the ebony woman remembered. She had enjoyed her company that day, but the memories had started to overwhelm her so she had suddenly decided to leave. "Yes! It has been a long time. Sometimes I don't realize how fast time flies." Her gaze shifted to her son, a prime example of how quickly time did pass them by. She sat down then, the sand warm beneath her but not uncomfortable.

She watched the exchange between dragon and the woman, a playful roll of her eyes as he complained about the desert. You'll thank me one day. She thought. And then he asked if she was in a pack, and Esarosa seemed to stiffen up before her body language changed. Avalon promptly leaned towards dragon and sharply nipped his ear, a stern look boring into him.

She turned back to the woman, apology in her eyes as she frowned. "I'm very sorry, Esarosa." She was apologizing for both her son's question, and the loss of her pack. Avalon understood, she'd lost her home more then once. She reached out to touch her shoulder, an attempt at comforting the woman. "I understand what it's like. It's not easy to lose your home." She wondered what she could do to help, and after a few moments it dawned on her. "Esarosa, I know it won't be the same, but...I plan on trying to claim one very soon. You'd be welcome to stay for however long you'd like." She smiled at her, genuine kindness in her eyes. The lady didn't have to accept the offer now, but at least she would know about it should she decide she wanted a break from the Loner life.