Emberwood Only good things avoided me

Ah, so she did not know the lair. Taking note of the woman’s previous response to her disappointment, Kaori did better this time around to mask what she was feeling; she did not wish to upset the female, especially over a matter that could not be helped. Perhaps she was being selfish by assuming someone would know of the lair; she felt this even more so as she recalled how secluded the cavern was, hidden from most—unless they knew where to look.

“It is alright,” she assured her. “It is hidden rather well, from what I remember. I am sure many do not know of it.” That made it no less disappointing, of course, but it at least allowed Kaori to better reason with herself. “But yes, that is where I am heading,” she added with a small smile, her fondness of the land evident in her voice. Although she loved the Draconid Tribe, and her family even more so, she could not deny the longing beneath her breast, the need to return to her true home—her origin.

“No need to ask for forgiveness when I have been just as rude,” she said in return, continuing. “My name is Kaori.” Just Kaori for now, without a tribe near enough to call home. “Your tribe has an interesting name,” she commented next. “Do your members come from faraway lands?” Similar to her mother, she wondered?