Long Road Back

It was obvious that Twig had some kind of emotional turmoil going on. She had cried out, singing a song of loss and heartache, and yet she had attempted to deny her pain. The thought nearly made the child smile with amusement -- not at the woman's pain, but at how swiftly she had tried to cover it up. It was much easier to admit it, Ara knew, and receive help when it was offered.

Twig agreed to come with her, bringing another small smile to her lips. Her tail would wave slowly where it lay between her hind legs, her pleasure obvious. And with that, they began to walk together. It felt strange, leading the way, but quickly she grew accustomed to it. Ara's pace was slightly quickened, and it was obvious she was in search of something. It felt even stranger to be guiding someone older than herself, but she could only hope she could truly aid the woman. "You didn't tell me your name," she offered quietly. If she didn't want to give it, she would not argue, but it seemed polite.

Her nose would bring her to the scent of something familiar. Flowers often bloomed near one another, it seemed, and the spring was the perfect time to find many kinds of flowers. Her direction would shift, nose pressed tightly to the earth as she continued forth.