Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

Yes, she had been. Fond memories flooded Ibis at the thought of her little songs; there was some awkwardness too, a taste of nostalgia flavored by cherry-picked images of her childhood, before she had established herself as an ambassador or led any packs. How different she had been then! Vain to a point, innocent of many things. Simpler times. Ibis smiles but says nothing as she basks in the vague memories sweeping through her mind.

As for her husband - He is.. Very much my opposite, I'd say. Stoic might be the word. They did not need to have extensive conversations to understand one-another; their love had not come gradually so much as exploded between them. Now, having been away from him for a few weeks, Ibis wondered if she had done irreparable harm to that connection - but she would not let any doubt show on her face. He's a quiet fellow but very attentive, I'd say. Protective, kind, and the best father. I'm very lucky.

A moment of pause, and Ibis asks: What about you? Do you.. Have someone special?