His reminder of her age, her inexperience, earned only a brief fidget from Yra, the smallest show of discomfort that was quickly smothered beneath the tide of kinder feelings, which were feelings she found dizzying and hard to adapt to. His kindness and acceptance was like air after she'd been drowning. Immediately, she was fond of him, and as his hand was extended she did not turn away from it, accepting it and allowing the contact to mature into an interlacing of fingers. This was what she wanted and she rejoiced that it'd be found so soon after her hasty birth and false childhood.
As Caelum's pride was explained to her, she satisfied her curiosity in this place, holding him back from proceeding by his hand as she picked up things, turned them around, inhaled the scent of herbs, and tapped the bottom of pans. Honestly, Yra had never been in a kitchen. If she were unlucky, she might have run in and caused a mess with careless actions, but she saw the way the things within gleamed and were kept orderly and instead reigned in her desire to handle everything.
She did detach from him in the kitchen, meandering to the pots and pans to look at them. In their surface, she saw her reflection, though distorted, and started, turning from them to look at other things and to learn the kitchen before they would return to the outside and she'd take the time to learn that.
Questions welled up, sitting in Yra's throat, yet only one rose to the forefront as her mind due to the fact that it seemed most prudent to ask, and it was asked hastily, with eyes quickly darting to Caelum before darting aside, as if to suggest she were shy, even if she was not.
"Who is Elise?"
As Caelum's pride was explained to her, she satisfied her curiosity in this place, holding him back from proceeding by his hand as she picked up things, turned them around, inhaled the scent of herbs, and tapped the bottom of pans. Honestly, Yra had never been in a kitchen. If she were unlucky, she might have run in and caused a mess with careless actions, but she saw the way the things within gleamed and were kept orderly and instead reigned in her desire to handle everything.
She did detach from him in the kitchen, meandering to the pots and pans to look at them. In their surface, she saw her reflection, though distorted, and started, turning from them to look at other things and to learn the kitchen before they would return to the outside and she'd take the time to learn that.
Questions welled up, sitting in Yra's throat, yet only one rose to the forefront as her mind due to the fact that it seemed most prudent to ask, and it was asked hastily, with eyes quickly darting to Caelum before darting aside, as if to suggest she were shy, even if she was not.
"Who is Elise?"