What You Need

As Manea shifted from responsibility over dinner to having her full attention on her daughter, Fia couldn't help but feel a little flustered and blush a little. Stolas was just that, a friend. But it would seem with him being a boy the situation would change. Not that Fia really had other relationships to compare it to. It was just a kind of natural instinct to feel that way and the way her mother reacted would confirm those suspicions. Maybe it's what gave her more ideas than him just being a friend. Nothing severe though.

She did eventually, but quickly take a seat as her mother had gotten a little more comfortable. Fia pulled her lip back a bit, but she'd tell her mother as she asked. "Stolas. He's from Ashen." Simple and to the point she assumed. Easy for her to act completely stale like it wasn't a big deal. Him, or telling her mother. It was all the build up to that point that would tell her mother how she was feeling about asking her which was on the verge of nervous. "He reads the stars and likes swimming I guess." Did she... need to know about him? Oh well. In some sort of way it was like she was trying to show her mother those shared interests to get him to stay. As if he was just a kid like her or something. No funny business. Though Fia did like to assume she could get into some trouble occasionally.

"Fiametta"