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*Laeta* · 10-01-2022, 12:14 PM

Laeta listened patiently, taking in the information Meme told her to heart. Having come from a family with no ties to any of the prominent ones in Boreas, she was interested in knowing how this lady had ties to the last names she'd overheard many times in the Hallows. Such an extensive and long-running line, with ties to others as well. It made for quite the history, as the multicolored wolf had regaled to her. The monochromatic woman nodded here and there, emphasizing that she was listening and actively engaging in the conversation. It was difficult to rival her listening skills - but she supposed being a therapist for wolves only further hones her natural ability to connect with others. An ability she didn't realize she'd had until Artorias had taken her in.

Lae nodded in agreement to Meme's mention of knowing her roots being a good thing. "It's very good, indeed, to know where you came from. Where your family is from, as well," She said, an earnest smile curving her lips. She enjoyed talking to the woman, her lineage being as fascinating and long-standing as it was. She then noticed the slight confusion crossing the other wolf's expression when she mentioned the Long Night. Ah, that's right. Not everyone had been exposed to its horrors, be it they weren't on the continent at the time, or had managed to evade it in a remote area. "The Long Night was a strange phenomenon - a plague, I suppose you could call it. Glowing mushrooms, crystals and fireflies appeared that made many wolves seriously ill. I was paralyzed and nearly lost my life because of its effects, but luckily I've recovered fully. I have the physicians and members of the Hallows to thank for my recovery." It was clear that it was far more complicated and deeply wounding, the way her ruby eyes briefly glazed over as if she was trying not to relive those events again. The ooze pooling around her limp, emaciated form, barely able to suck in a gulp of air, seeping into a tepid pool of madness and despair and hallucinations. Terrifying, devastating. But it was in the past now. She moved on from the memory, instead eagerly bouncing back to the topic of Meme's family lines.

She listened intently to Meme's explanation of her family - how her grandfather lost his pack in a challenge and ultimately killed, how her mother and father had born her when they weren't sure they loved each other. It was all complex, a catalyst of events it seemed that caused a rift between the two families she was connected to. In addition, she mentioned her hope, regardless, since reconnecting with family in the Hallows. Laeta nodded in understanding that she wondered if all this she had experienced was merely a dream, or illusion. Upon being made aware of life-altering news or information, sometimes it was difficult to comprehend if one was truly living in reality. The brain could, in many ways, attempt to make up for the initial shock of such a revelation that it was hard for one to believe they were truly here. Though, that was just Laeta attempting to do what she did best - try and understand one's mental state from their interactions.

"I can assure you this isn't a dream," Laeta replied, her reassurance warmed with her genuinely honeyed tone. "It is certainly quite a bit of information about your family, especially trying to process it." She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a glimmer of hope of her own - for her own thriving time in the pack, as well as hope for the new lady she'd enjoyed talking to so much. "I do believe the Hallows can help you gather your thoughts, understand where you come from. Rekindling with family here, too. It's a safe place to take however much time you need."

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