Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

to his apology she splayed her ears; it was the very last of her wishes to instill him with guilt. she sought only to reassure herself. sitting quietly, phaedra was the image a girl picking at her fingernails awkwardly over the sudden nimiety of self-consciousness. 

“i don’t remember very much about— about our first home,” she admitted, slipping off her perch with a grunt to sit beside him. a wistful smile touched her lips, only to falter when a yearning she couldn’t quite place thrilled through her. longing for the memory of a place curtained by the veil of time, perhaps. “only that there has been a lot of walking since then.” she blinked, eyes flashing with the light of kindly humor. 

“would you tell me about it?”