Stories of the Past
05-30-2013, 11:51 PM
The other female seemed sharp, from what Io could tell. There was lingering emotion in her eyes, most likely of memories that she was reminicing in. Perhaps those thoughts were what made this woman who she was? When she was lost in her thoughts, they certainly made up a large portion of her own self - finding her brothers was one of her largest goals.
Io managed to remain hopeful regardless of the time that passed, despite each day that ticked away being one day where her family could be that much farther away from her. This lupine here smiled, appearing optomistic, strong even, but there was a pain within her smile that she held onto. It was so lonely, more lonely than she had seen in another - and with good reason. Her father was gone, no siblings could be called upon, and her mother died when she was young. Where one would expect she would want to be coddled, be treated as if she was still mourning and needed support - she asked for her not to feel sorry for her. Pity was not something that she was looking for.
And so why did she hold onto her past?
She answered that question herself - for her mother. She was her mother's memory, and with that memory she refused to consider herself alone. Contradictory, for she seemed to feel the pain of someone isolated. "Your story is sad, but you do not make me feel pity." She didn't feel sorry for her - only hoped that her strength would carry her into a beautiful new life. "My brothers, Aiden and Cyrink are very dear to me - but it has been over a year since I have last seen them." She explained, feeling odd, telling her background to this stranger. "We separated, and then never managed to find each other again." It was part of what kept her traveling, although nowadays she found herself following the stars more often than following whiffs of scents long stale.
"I am Io Sovari, you are good company stranger." She offered her a small smile, her sentence surprisingly earnest. "It is rare I stop to chat."
Io managed to remain hopeful regardless of the time that passed, despite each day that ticked away being one day where her family could be that much farther away from her. This lupine here smiled, appearing optomistic, strong even, but there was a pain within her smile that she held onto. It was so lonely, more lonely than she had seen in another - and with good reason. Her father was gone, no siblings could be called upon, and her mother died when she was young. Where one would expect she would want to be coddled, be treated as if she was still mourning and needed support - she asked for her not to feel sorry for her. Pity was not something that she was looking for.
And so why did she hold onto her past?
She answered that question herself - for her mother. She was her mother's memory, and with that memory she refused to consider herself alone. Contradictory, for she seemed to feel the pain of someone isolated. "Your story is sad, but you do not make me feel pity." She didn't feel sorry for her - only hoped that her strength would carry her into a beautiful new life. "My brothers, Aiden and Cyrink are very dear to me - but it has been over a year since I have last seen them." She explained, feeling odd, telling her background to this stranger. "We separated, and then never managed to find each other again." It was part of what kept her traveling, although nowadays she found herself following the stars more often than following whiffs of scents long stale.
"I am Io Sovari, you are good company stranger." She offered her a small smile, her sentence surprisingly earnest. "It is rare I stop to chat."