Qeya River sloth

A lick of disappointment spurred through Amalia, but perhaps it was for the best. She was unable to put down roots as Kigi had stated anyway. So finding someone handsome with cornflower and sunflower eyes, that reminded you a bit like Reno, except there was no husky chuckle or softly accented words. Well it was futile. Though if she wanted to pursue it, if something happened. They were not closely related, if related at all. Her mother's people were not ones to stay with one, perhaps this ones were too, but she shook her head. Dispelling the thoughts, they weren't worthwhile.

Her tail wagged and she gave a little hop and a wiggle. Which was strange even for her. She was glad to be home, happy here. A little of all of them. My mother preferred parables and myths, my father ones with harsh lessons, my grandmother happy endings of love and romance and intrigue.