Emberwood Only good things avoided me

The doubt that laced her tone easily sliced through the young Draconid girl, fur prickling along her spine; the display hardly lasted a blink’s worth of time, recalling her manners and smoothing herself back out. Not all would believe—this she knew, the realisation drilled into her since as early as she could remember. Everyone possessed different beliefs and some none at all, that was how the world worked. She could not force her views onto anyone, nor would she ever dream of doing so.

“These beliefs have passed through my tribe for generations, and will continue through to the generations that follow,” she answered. “I am sure some believe more than others but at least an inkling of belief lives on in each of us.” Where she stood on that spectrum, well… she wasn’t entirely sure. Kaori believed in the dragons, in the history of her family—but there were some aspects she questioned, perhaps more so out of jealousy (gasp!) than any true lack of belief. “Do you have anything that you believe in?” asked the girl next, curious. For as much as she loved telling the tales of her people, she also had an immense curiosity and desire to learn of others—and how their beliefs differed from her own.