Every fire burns brighter in the darkest night
Catalina giggled softly, still running her fingers along Boreal’s scales, clearly enjoying the dragon’s affection. "Don’t worry, I can keep this up all day," she teased back with a grin, looking over at Tal. "I guess it’s the same with animals everywhere, huh? The little ones are always the most feisty!" Her hand paused briefly as she scratched behind Boreal’s ear again, her touch gentle. Standing up, she had began to follow alongside Tal carefully. Weaving their way through the maze of people.
The shift in Tal’s expression didn’t go unnoticed, and as the conversation turned toward the aftermath of Starfall, Catalina’s mood grew more thoughtful. She listened carefully, her footsteps slowing to match his as they walked toward the docks. The weight of his words about the destruction tugged at her, though she wasn’t unfamiliar with loss.
"It’s hard, isn’t it? Trying to keep going when so much has changed," she said quietly, glancing at him with a soft understanding. "But I guess all we can do is keep moving forward, even if it’s different than what we expected. Not even we can write our own fate. It's like a surprise each moment of the day. The good.. and the bad."
She smiled faintly at his mention of his house in King’s End. "It must be strange, having a home but never really getting to spend time there." Her voice was light but sympathetic. As they continued to walk along the sand, Catalina’s eyes flicked toward the distant skyport. "But at least you’re doing something important, right? Helping people, finding those who are missing... That means something. It's better than sitting by and doing nothing. The old man was too... paranoid, and didn't want to leave the camp. Ever since losing mother, he tends to be a little... Well, way over protective I guess you could say." She looked ahead, her steps picking up as her energy returned.
"I'm sure your partner is very proud of everything that you've done to help others. It's an admirable thing to do. Not many do it. No matter how much time you spend apart, I know they would be proud. I could only hope for the same if I ever do find a partner." She stifled a giggle for a moment shaking her head at the idea.
"Do many help you when searching?"
The shift in Tal’s expression didn’t go unnoticed, and as the conversation turned toward the aftermath of Starfall, Catalina’s mood grew more thoughtful. She listened carefully, her footsteps slowing to match his as they walked toward the docks. The weight of his words about the destruction tugged at her, though she wasn’t unfamiliar with loss.
"It’s hard, isn’t it? Trying to keep going when so much has changed," she said quietly, glancing at him with a soft understanding. "But I guess all we can do is keep moving forward, even if it’s different than what we expected. Not even we can write our own fate. It's like a surprise each moment of the day. The good.. and the bad."
She smiled faintly at his mention of his house in King’s End. "It must be strange, having a home but never really getting to spend time there." Her voice was light but sympathetic. As they continued to walk along the sand, Catalina’s eyes flicked toward the distant skyport. "But at least you’re doing something important, right? Helping people, finding those who are missing... That means something. It's better than sitting by and doing nothing. The old man was too... paranoid, and didn't want to leave the camp. Ever since losing mother, he tends to be a little... Well, way over protective I guess you could say." She looked ahead, her steps picking up as her energy returned.
"I'm sure your partner is very proud of everything that you've done to help others. It's an admirable thing to do. Not many do it. No matter how much time you spend apart, I know they would be proud. I could only hope for the same if I ever do find a partner." She stifled a giggle for a moment shaking her head at the idea.
"Do many help you when searching?"
Let me be your guiding light
Catalina
