Stavanger Bay told a tight dress is what makes you a whore

her tail sways gently as lilia mentions it was nice to finally meet her. dalia, even after all her struggle, can't help but wonder what it meant. did ford talk about her a lot? did velen? she wondered what they said-- it seemed like good things. she battled now with how excited the thought of their kind words made her-- and how she knew she should be more cautious. portia would want her to be more cautious. 

but velen and ford... she had nothing to be afraid of when it came to them-- did she? 

smile to pressed to her lips, dalia realized the quartz was still in her mouth. "ah-- my manners--" she murmured, lowering her head to drop it onto the ground, "sorry, i was carrying it home." her tail flicked a bit, and dalia found she couldn't help herself from commenting. much like her mother, but to a much lesser degree. "ford said you were a skilled healer," she said, almost stupidly, but tacked on, "did you know anything of crystal remedies?" her gaze flickered once to the stone.