Whitebark Stream clear-headed

Daylily breathed a quiet sigh of relief at the woman’s explanation. She knew well the feeling of carrying herself in a submissive manner, having done so for most of her own life. It was just something that happened anytime she was around others. She always felt… beneath them. Although, that had been changing slowly since her time with Whitebark Stream.

“Chai,” Daylily repeated quietly. “I… I know how you feel,” she admitted, trying to open up to the woman and possibly make her feel better. “I, too, carry myself in such a manner. I-I suppose that’s why I was so shocked when I saw you act that way towards me. It… Well, no one has ever acted that way towards me.” She glanced shyly at Chai out of the corner of her eye, her ears pulling backwards along her head.

’I’m still getting to know everyone here.’

“Well, everyone here is very kind!” Daylily said. “S-so far, anyway.” She thought back to her first weeks here. “I don’t know where I’d be right now if it weren’t for Dawn. She took me in.”