Out of the Box

Identification stood there, the words that fell from Talyssa's lips resonating deep within her mind and body. Pale coat giving a shiver from her insides. Ears continued to stay forwards, jaded pools turning to the the willow tree as it danced with the winter breeze the sun warm though. The chill didn't seem to bother Fic which she was thankful for. Silence fell upon the group, as they all seemed to be listening. Identification hoped they all listened and took in what the woman had to say. Identification didn't understand, but also understood they learn to adapt with everything around them all, much like the old willow tree.