Once, there was a time Fiora didn't like leaving home, where she didn't like others leaving home, but time had taught her absence wasn't always a bad thing; Houtu give and She taketh away. Even in dark times like these ones, the little Bacchus had to keep faith that everything would be okay in the end, and if it wasn't okay, it wasn't the end. Sure, bad things happened all the time.... but they happened right in the Respite. Fi could not keep her loved ones safe by smothering.

Unfortunately, it was this resolution that lead her to be separated from Harper for so long, and Fiora didn't know what else to do but keep trucking along in her Mothers absence.
Why, then, was she out here, galivanting, searching for runes like that wasn't a warriors job, a scouts, anyone but the doctor?

Mir didn't think it was a bad thing though. She said they deserved to see the world, and Fi nodded almost absentmindedly. That was true, she thought, but what they deserved and what they got were not always one in the same. Still, there is little time to mull over her patchy doppelgangers words before Mir mentions living like this every day.

Oh Houtu, no, she rumbles happily, plunging her forelegs deeper in a play-bow and sending droplets scattering ahead of her; flinging like rain further into the ocean with a satisfying spray and sound. Then she straightened, smiling in a sad sort of way.

I have far too many responsibilities back home. The garden is already likely fighting a war with weeds as we speak!

It was about more than the job itself, she thought idly, but banished the thought. It was about the expectation, pressure, inheritance.

But she just smiled a little wider again though it didn't quite reach her eyes, and turned to bounce once more into the warm ocean water, this time slumping down to lay; the water stopping just below her chin as she giggled away. Yes, this was fun, she thought, being swayed by the gentle waves breaking against her torso.