Lost in more ways than one

If there was an upshot to someone who talked a lot it was that it didn't leave Gloom feeling pressured to respond much at all. Honestly she liked that better than someone who expected her to contribute a lot. Something she'd never had the ability to do, even before she'd fallen to the cloud of grief. The biggest problem now as that, frankly, Gloom would have rather just followed behind the younger woman but clearly she was making an attempt not to get too far ahead. All things considered she was even listening to and absorbing what the bigger woman said. As they moved Gloom found her attention moving slightly downwards, feeling the uneven distribution of sand beneath her paws. It didn't feel like the sort of natural distribution of terrain you'd get from paws moving across it. Something wasn't quite... Right.

There was silence for a moment and Gloom realized with a start that she'd been asked a question. She searched her mind frantically before she remembered what had been asked. To which Gloom nodded, then realized too late that the stranger wasn't looking at her to see the answer. When Gloom spoke her voice croaked with disuse as she managed a soft. "N-not really..." Sure it had probably been over a year since she'd returned to Boreas for any substantial time but she didn't consider Auster her home, that would be Abaven, which by extension meant Boreas. She just... Didn't really have anything, place or one to go back to. "Y- You?" She managed back, wanting to just go back to trying to puzzle out what it was about the terrain that felt off, silently praying the younger woman would start rambling again.


"Speech"