4/26/2025, 3:05 AM
skills;
notes;
"h-home...?" oh...oh home. A deeper sadness, richer than the storm cloud already lived around the girl manifested then. And she thought back to her mother, to her other sisters, to Avon. Eidola grew a little heavier as she solemnly shook her head ❝ No...no home ❞ she didn't like how it felt to say it out loud, the way her throat tightened; and burned. But it also came so easily because it was true she didn't really have one anymore, she was a wayward wanderer with her father and sister.
"nuvts’eyaȟa’," she offered a small, gentle smile through her pain. ❝ Your home? ❞ she asked to confirm, hoping she could lean on the word she had knowledge the older woman did understand. While she didn't understand the words, or what they might mean - it sounded beautiful by the name alone.
❝ speech ❞
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