gentle touch

Skull tilted as the girl listened to Ara speak once more, the Kingdom of Seracia. It drew her attention, finding her ears drawing forward to soak up any information the elder woman had to share. The woman had lived here for a short time in her childhood and had some good memories it would appear, her parents eventually moving east to live with friends. The girl could remember a little information like that her grandmother had shared, that there was a point in her short ruling where members began to leave. It was a hard blow that hurt for some time, but life was always changing.

When it came to grave sites, Loccia could feel a sting in her chest. A tightness in her throat. Ara could remember a grave in those early days but was unsure of its location. She even suggested that they could try to find it. There was perhaps some uncertainty in the way the girl glanced around them, feeling as though she would desecrate the site in one way or another if they did manage to find them. She could remember... there was maybe several graves near a... cornfield...? ”If we could... that would be great.” She began, looking back to the woman. ”I believe my grandmother mentioned something about a cornfield, somewhere by a strange structure.” She would offer a simple description from what she could pull from memory.

”speech”