The Kids Grow Up Eventually

Her mother's presence wasn't really alarming but unexpected. Fia didn't stand but turned to face Manea with a gentle smile and wag of her tail. She would always be welcome to her.

She didn't jump to answers though. Instead her dark eyes looked away and scanned over the misshapen ruined rocks of the steppe, clearly in thought. It wasn't an ask she was about to bestow on her mother, but a real moment of vulnerability for her. She wasn't quite sure the feelings that grew and festered after her kiss shared with Stolas. It was all new for her and somehow some sort of instinct. Something she was born with, not much what came in age. Though a bit of both of course.

She took another long few seconds before saying anything, Manea had always been patient and understanding with her at least. She didn't think she had much expectations compared to her sister. Or that's what she thought. "I wish Stolas didn't have to leave so soon." Her tone was more neutral than anything. Not full of longing to be with him again, and also not sparked by the idea of him. Though maybe that was some sort of wall she was putting up. For reasons completely unknown even to her. Almost like she didn't have much emotion for him even when stating so.

"Fiametta"