gentle touch

At that moment the girl had allowed for immediate emotion to come over her features, coming off as confused and maybe even wary. It wasn’t how she wanted to react, preferring to keep such actions to herself and remain rather calm on the outside. How silly she felt, seeing the response from Ara with the flattening of her own ears. A paw stepped forward once, lips parting to speak but nothing would rise from her throat. She could keep her guard up without being too direct, keep things on good terms between them and apologise for her reaction. If the woman wasn’t already offended to some degree.

Ears pulled forward as Ara spoke, apologising for the forward question. Loccia shook her own skull in a gentle manner, wanting to tell her it was alright and that she shouldn’t have overreacted. It would seem, however, that her body wasn’t done with exposing how she felt. The woman continued to speak of how she knew her grandmother, actually helped to train her when she was young in the art of healing. What? Herl lavender gaze drifted down when she reached around to open a bag, revealing herbs hidden away in safety. To hear her speak fondly of her grandmother was strange, having only heard stories she shared of her homeland and the people she cared for.

“I… I’m sorry…” She began in a soft tone, allowing the information to really sink in and process. “It’s just, I’ve always been told to be careful with new people and you knew my grandmother’s name…” Her gaze drifted down to the ground, sweeping around before finally coming back to meet Ara’s gaze. “She was troubled when they arrived at my home, my uncles remembered it was tough without grandpa there. But I think, she would appreciate your kind words.” Inky lips pulled into a warm smile, letting a breath slip by. The stories her grandmother shared began to come back to her, feeling a warmth within her very being.

There were many moments and stories where the girl could feel her grandmother’s pain. Whether it was guilt or anger for things that did and didn’t happen. How emotions could cloud one's judgement and cause problems, or even when you make what you think is the right choice comes crashing down upon you. “I’m actually here to see what her home was like.” Loccia would finally admit, feeling a small weight be lifted off her shoulders in those few moments. “Where Seracia once stood and where her loved ones are buried.” It would be nice if she could learn more about the old kingdom and perhaps tidy up the graves of the deceased who once roamed these lands. Would Ara know anything about them? And was there anyone left?

“speech”