Silverlight Terrace Drop Dead Diva

Vela's frown deepened as the wise female spoke. "I see," she spoke shortly. She disliked that idea. She didn't want to get used to the fact that her father was dead. But she also realized that there was nothing she could do. She couldn't bring him back. She could be mad about it, but that didn't really help. The speckled female hated that she would never see him again. "I really do feel the pain," she admitted sourly.

She was scowling at the ground but this conversation made her think. She then moved her bleu eyes up to look at Wraen. "Thank you." She liked that Wraen was honest with her and didn't just pity her. It was refreshing. "I think I needed such honesty."