Kintla Flatlands my travel

Her reply was concise, noting that he had touched a sensitive subject. On one hand, Mordecai cursed at the notion that he had encroached upon something better left to lay at rest, but the other it opened up more questions that left him wondering. Those questions would not come to light, not from him. It wasn't his place to know and frankly he could do without knowing. No mother in the picture, father that was less than pleasant. It was not the life he had lived and for that, he was thankful.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked,” he said, allowing his ears to fold back. “I guess my curiosity gets the better of me sometimes.” It had gotten him into deeper waters than he wanted to tread a time or two before, and this was one of those times he would have preferred to avoid. But either way, it seemed that Star had made the decision to get away from what had troubled her. That he felt was a good thing, even if it had been at the cost of being close to family. A necessary sacrifice, when he had taken one that was far from a necessity. Truth be told, Mordecai did not see himself returning to Sedona. The way back to there had been long lost, among other things.