It's Not About Angels

Adelaide would try her best to genuinely listen as the other woman spoke. Luckily, it wasn't hard. Isidora wasn't the type to speak in riddles, nor was she the type to keep silent for long. The snowy dame was relieved when the chatter went on for a while, and she put on a real smile as she took it all in. She hadn't made any new friends lately, but had spoken briefly with a male named Fao or something. That name didn't sound familiar, so Adelaide just nodded along as she continued to speak. Isidora didn't seem to be interested in healing after all. Too much memorization. "I understand that," she said. "I have a hard time keeping everything straight myself. But after you've been learning about it your whole life, it comes naturally." Isidora went on to point out that Ebony already had plenty of wolves with interest in healing, so she wasn't really needed. Adelaide frowned a bit at that. "That doesn't mean we don't need your help elsewhere. Is there anything you are interested in?"

After taking those moments to continue the small talk, Adelaide turned forward and focused her blue eyes on the scenery ahead. Her terrible loss had made her notice the beautiful things, like the way the sun was shining on the grass today, its rays caught and then thrown about in the small droplets of dew. She noticed the birds singing in the trees. She noticed the sky. As miserable as she was about her children dying, she had to thank them for making her this way. It was because of them that she now treasured each moment. Life was short. She had to live it.

As these thoughts were cycling through her mind, her deep sapphire eyes had accidentally skirted across the lake itself. That's when an idea struck her. Things were warming up here in Ebony as spring showed its colorful face. An activity like this one could quickly take her mind off of things... "Hey Isi," the maiden began, turning and wagging her tail behind her. "Do you want to go swimming?"

"SPEECH"