It was difficult for her to try and anticipate where their conversation was going. Or rather, where she was being lead with the offered introduction. However, she did her very best to follow along- all the while, concentrating on the stretch of ground between them. In the beginning, the foundation of their discussion felt familiar; a reminder of the importance of meeting expectations. It seemed that she could recall multiple conditioning sessions starting off on a similar note from her previous life. Yet, at the same time, they were never followed by such a pretty picture painted by words.
Before going on, she became aware that Keahi had gestured for her to stand. Flashing an uncertain glance in the other woman’s direction, she quickly scrambled to her paws- following along as she was lead off to an unknown destination. Even still, falling into step behind her escort was far more comfortable for her over sitting down to talk. Adelina’s brow furrowed as she attempted to imagine the paradise as it was described to her. She wanted to test the name of this foreign land, but in the end thought better of it. She could hear the emotion in Keahi’s voice- maybe it sounded like adoration or longing. She couldn’t tell.
When the ground began to transition to the grit of powdery sand, and the echo of crashing waves could be heard from the restless ocean in the distance, they eventually came to a stop. Her pale gaze falling to the tide as she was prompted for information on her own upbringing in her turn. After attempting to swallow the anxiety as in manifested in her throat, she made an attempt at an answer in a mousy tone of voice. “Here … I guess.” She mustered- but as the words rolled off her tongue, it dawned on her just how open-ended that sounded. “Boreas, I mean. Not the Armada.” She quickly added. But then, she was struck with the thought that maybe it didn’t need to be pointed out after all. She obviously wasn’t from the Armada, after all. As to specifics, she wasn’t entirely sure what else to say. She struggled internally- chewing her lip to quell some of her nerves before finally coming up with something else to add. “I-.” But as quick as she began, she cut herself off as she remembered Sirius had requested that they keep her connection to Armada quiet. But maybe she could just be vague. Her tongue-tied silence was deafening as she pushed forward with her initial sentiment. “I’m from a band of slavers.”That was safe. Or so she wanted to think.
