Where You Come From

The small talk didn’t feel awkward, even though she felt she should know the sights and smells and sounds. It didn’t feel as right as the hot springs had, but she felt some of the tension in her shoulders easing the further into the castle they strode.

When she was invited to take a seat, she found herself too nervous to settle, choosing instead to pace back and forth in front of the fire, trying to ignore the way the cinnamon raccoon worked her fingers through the behind her ears and towards the back of her skull. She couldn’t run off, not now Artorias had clearly let them know she was here. But what would they expect? Anxiety began to build in her chest. How was she supposed to know who was who?

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