welcome home | p, venus

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]At the next inquiry, Ophelia's gaze softened a bit more. She figured it was best to tell the whole truth, not skim the details and leave Venus wondering about them. It didn't seem like they would appreciate that. So, she took a breath and began. "Because you've just returned, and I assumed you would like some company while you're on the mend. It's... difficult, being new and not having a secure group of friends yet. I can only imagine it's more difficult when you have known this place before, but there aren't many left that know you, and I figure being wounded only adds to that discomfort. I wanted to make sure you felt welcome, just in case you didn't before."

Her gaze stayed on the younger feline, making sure she was actually happy with her meal. It seemed so. That made her smile return, though it was a bit less strong when she heard the last thing they had to say. Oh. Well, that just wouldn't do. There was no reason a teenager should feel like people shouldn't want to be around them, and Ophelia would have some strong words with whoever put those thoughts in their head if she knew who they were.

"Of course I would want to see you. You've yet to give anyone a reason why they should avoid you." she said, then her eyes crinkled a bit at the corners as she continued, fighting back a chuckle. "Are you worried that adults will want to stay away because of the teenage rebellion? Because that's preposterous. Almost all of us have been through it personally."