Larksong Grotto i see fire

Perhaps that was simply a thing that time did to a person. That things seemed far away and yet closeby. Mahler agreed, after all; it was the same for him. Laurel thoughtfully glanced over the land, where the snowshoe rabbit meanwhile hopped on. Away from them, afraid even though it was clear they were not in a hungry mood right now.

Laurel wasn't too sure how to place Mahler's comment about the land's beauties. He added 'I hope' and then laughed. It was as if something was off about it, as if it was forced or not well-meant at all. Laurel was not sure how to act in accordance. Her ears pulled back uncertainly and she laughed quietly, awkwardly, shortly.

Then there were easier things to focus on. Mahler asked her if the memories were pleasant, and she nodded before she realised that she did. Ah... All memories of my sister are fond, she murmured with a demure smile on her face. Those of my deadbeat father and his new family not so much. There was some defiance in those words; a bit of the old Laurel shining through. She smiled wryly, although she did not look too stricken by this. It was a long time ago, after all. She could rest easily in the thought that they were probably dead by now, anyway.