Just as she was finishing up her full body stretch, she was somewhat surprised to be caught in her lazy state. But with the recognition of her grandmother, a sleepy grin spread across her features. Just as she was straightening up to greet her relative, Tamsyn had already made her own inquiry. As the older woman settled next to her at the windowsill, Talyssa eased herself back down to her own haunches. "Not really. But looking out the window makes me feel that much better about being stuck in the castle." The younger girl responded cheerily. It certainly beat being outside in the rain.
Her attention lingered outside for a few moments longer before turning to look the obsidian fae over. She looked well, but it seemed to be the thing to ask. "How are you Grandma?" Talyssa admired the occasional missing patch of fur from scar tissue no doubt, but she thought it added to her grandmother's beauty. But as her attention drifted, a sudden idea came forward. "Do you have any stories to tell?" Talyssa inquired enthusiastically. She loved hearing accounts of events and memories of times that came before her. Her mother and father were always sharing stories of themselves when they were younger. But hearing the tales from someone who was there to witness them instead of a first-hand recollection was intriguing to her.
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