Emmaline smiled slightly at Luras’ distracted behavior. “Its alright.” Emmaline replied softly. “We all have a lot on our minds I would assume.” She glanced at Luras as they walked through the gardens, she remembered them playing there as children, getting themselves into trouble for playing tag, she smiled at the fond memory. “You said you received a scar from hunting?” Emmaline said wanting to take interest in the Things Luras enjoyed. “What happened? It sounds like that would be a story worth hearing."
The day was warm and Emmaline found herself desperately wanting to get into the shade but didn’t say anything about her growing discomfort not wanting to complain lest her mother think she trying to be rude, which was never her intention but sometimes when she was younger things would slip out and her mother would be absolutely mortified.
Emmaline looked up seeing the birds fly over head and smiled, she often wondered what it would be like to be so free, and often found herself envious of the birds, they were free while she was seemingly locked in a cage, a beautiful cage as her father used to say, but a cage none the less. Emmaline sighed sadly at the thought of her father, it still pained her, would probably always pain her, but no one seemed to notice and she didn’t dare speak of it.[/center]