She silently soaked up his every word, savouring them for no particular valid reason.
She answered his question in a strangely distant tone
“I guess me fondest memories are ones from seven years ago...I had a friend once, he was probably six years older that me in an age where those years count a lot. He followed the circus for some time, and he helped me with my chores, training and in general brightened up my days. It was good having somebody watching out for you, covering your back.
I remember he had bright grey eyes and unruly flaming red hair, he was not ordinary at all even in appearance but even more so in the head: he was completely mad I think, but in a good way.
I remember long hours in the kitchen, him peeling some vegetable and throwing knifes at me and teaching me how to catch them, a skill that I still have.
I owe him my sanity I guess, though I was distraught when he left: his stay was all to brief”
She smiled those were her happiest memories, she thought of her father for a second and then shook her head. He had played a small part in her life and she still wasn’t quite sure how she felt about him.
She quickly thought up a question
“You say you haven’t and never had someone close to you, I’m sorry but I can’t quite believe it. Please tell me more?”