27.Feb.12, 10:12 AM
Volfetti nodded as Lymsleia spoke. To be honest, the thought had never occurred to her that perhaps people didn't enjoy their lives in the north, that they had little to no family to be taken from. Having now heard of Lymsleia's tale she jutted her jaw forward, pushing her bottom lip in front of her upper one. It was an expression of determination on her face, she wouldn't assume that another disliked something just because she had.
She flinched slightly at Lymsleia's clap, laughing at her own fright. "Were you scared of the storms?" Volfetti wondered what people thought of storms when their lives didn't depend on it. In the seacrafting business, storms meant damage to boats and nets and less fish to catch. Because of that, it was engrained into Volfetti that storms were bad, even here in Katila the vicious summer storms were feared for their destructive nature. "Storms were always bad back home. They meant we couldn't fish." Her tone was wistful, it was clear she missed fishing. Even though there was the lake to the south of Katila, it wasn't the same. There were no rough seas to battle, or sea-loving crew to haul nets with you.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" Volfetti reached over, placing a slender hand on the healer's shoulder to comfort her. She couldn't imagine her father not being present in her life, nor her mother only being there occasionally for the first few brief years. It practically broke her heart to see Lymsleia recalling what appeared to be a delicate subject, though her bravery in continuing to tell it brought a small smile to her face. "You aren't weird," Volfetti assured her. "It's natural to miss your parents, even if you only knew them for a short period of time. You're their flesh and blood, and somewhere in there you'll have memories of them." Volfetti gestured to her head as she spoke.
She flinched slightly at Lymsleia's clap, laughing at her own fright. "Were you scared of the storms?" Volfetti wondered what people thought of storms when their lives didn't depend on it. In the seacrafting business, storms meant damage to boats and nets and less fish to catch. Because of that, it was engrained into Volfetti that storms were bad, even here in Katila the vicious summer storms were feared for their destructive nature. "Storms were always bad back home. They meant we couldn't fish." Her tone was wistful, it was clear she missed fishing. Even though there was the lake to the south of Katila, it wasn't the same. There were no rough seas to battle, or sea-loving crew to haul nets with you.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" Volfetti reached over, placing a slender hand on the healer's shoulder to comfort her. She couldn't imagine her father not being present in her life, nor her mother only being there occasionally for the first few brief years. It practically broke her heart to see Lymsleia recalling what appeared to be a delicate subject, though her bravery in continuing to tell it brought a small smile to her face. "You aren't weird," Volfetti assured her. "It's natural to miss your parents, even if you only knew them for a short period of time. You're their flesh and blood, and somewhere in there you'll have memories of them." Volfetti gestured to her head as she spoke.