These Quiet Moments

Mariah's expression softened as she listened to Caedes speak of his teacher with such reverence. It was easy to sense the depth of the bond between them- the impact she had on his development. That his mentor held a special place in his heart, shaping him into the skilled individual he was today. A part of her was jealous. She wanted that sort of relationship. That constant source of information she could fall back when she needed to. However, she had a variety of mentors. Was that better?

As Caedes paused, Mariah could see the hesitation in his expression, the inner conflict he grappled with. She respected his privacy, understanding that some stories were not easily shared. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a stirring curiosity about the background he had come from- what had shaped Caedes's journey. With a look of understanding, she cleared her throat to interrupt. "You don't have to share if you're not ready," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth and understanding.

"Mariah Mendacium"