hands on your knees

It was.. Odd to hear of someone pleased to meet her. Usually she was standing behind her brother, protected and isolated from all manner of conversation; mostly for the best. Cierzo did not take negativity well, so it did help with her anxieties in the end. But stories? Who… was she? Could she even tell another soul such a tale? Cie was scared, and it must have shown in her mannerisms due to the effort Raka took to ease her.

The bowl set in front of her was left pristine, Cierzo focusing on her reflection in the dark as best she could, and in turn peering at Raka through the water’s mirror effect. A small feat to avoid direct eye contact.  “Story?..” She was not ready to share her own story, but perhaps… hearing of another would give her the desire to. She had not been hurt yet… maybe this girl was safe to.. Talk to? Other than Mistral?

speech