pry loose the nails ☀ q&a

[Mama]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Ishayu knew very little of plants and the care put into nurturing them, such knowledge unnecessary within a desert where the flora proved hardy, suited to the harsh conditions, yet she had found herself growing interested within them. Possibly it was nothing more than a byproduct of her wanting to know more of Jericho, the small Helion an oddity to her for the few leaders she had come across were hardened, offering no kind words or easy smiles, and yet he did so readily. Something about him drew her in, a gentle warmth about the tentative smile drawing forth her own, scarred by a hard life yet never allowing it to harden him.

For a time she merely looked towards Jericho, indeed a relative stranger to her though time had come to make him familiar, teeth caught on her lower lip, chewing upon it for a time. There had been much in her history, moments tarnished with blood she held no want to speak of, but there was at least some she might share. “I lived in a desert in a tribe, we had no name, there was no need for it, and after that in a little community where I learnt how to smith,” her tone was steady, kept low and free of any emotion for she knew if she allowed it through the tears would come, memories of the brother she had lost so young arising with each fragmented memory she allowed to slip through the cracks.

“I enjoy knitting and painting,” taking the next question as an escape a soft sigh of relief followed her answer, almost inaudible as she focused solely upon the answer, briefly thinking on other things that might fall into such. Largely a crafts person she enjoyed working with her paws when she could, but one other rose within her thoughts. “And pressing flowers, I collect at least one flower from everywhere I have travelled so I can remember where I have been.”