Ankyra Sound redemption is a thing with wings

there was a distinct question of if ocelot may be too 'over-qualified' and she wonders if she should have stopped with knowing medicines. probably. too bad it was too late now. the woman asked if she was over-compensating for something and there is a slight cant to her head as she considers the question, taking it literally. the truth was, maybe she was over-compensating. she certainly had guilt she needed to bury and if boasting of her skill sets helped her get into the pack and the pack helps her to grow and learn and achieve her goal of earning 'worldly experience' then that was all that mattered. her sense of duty had almost outweighed her selfish desires but when in the end it hadn't and that left ocelot without little option other than to conceal and don't feel. the guard were warriors, elite ones at that. they would be fine, she tells herself.

she focuses then on the biting chill of the breeze, the tang of salt that she can practically taste in the air as she turns thoughts from the guard and her associated guilt. "no," she answers, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a soft sigh. "just a very strict mother with very high expectations." ocelot offers with a slightly sheepish expression upon her lips. it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't overly detailed either. it was a simple statement that suggests that there is a chasm of disagreement between her and her mother ( there is ) and that it was a rallying reason why she'd left beyond her own wants. which also wasn't a lie. she isn't the first child of the coatl's to disappoint her mother and she doubts that she'll be the last.