Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

Casimir's racing heart drastically slowed down as the nice woman spoke softly to him. The girl seemed kind, so he tried to relax a bit. She wasn't judging, or so he chose to think. The boy closed his eyes and blew a breath from his mouth. "Thankyou, miss," he replied, his young boy persona truly appearing. She was soothing, while not seeming too warm. Her voice was firm and kind, and he briefly drifted to the thoughts of his mother. The yearling's heart yearned for that motherly figure so desperately. He was even more desperate for this than he was for Xahi...
     The woman wandered away to find...something, and Casimir floated away. He, much like his sister, was easily lost in his thoughts. His green eyes reflected the soft blue-grey sky above them, tracing the skyline with his emeralds was practically a hobby. As the girl arrived, sporting a new thought, Casimir agreed. "Uh, yes, me too. Thank you, for-um, fixing me up. I'm sorry I'm such a spaz..." He chuckled softly, an "oh well" grin on his face.