take me back home

KIADA

Jigano’s encouragement helps her keep up, helps her find the right combinations of pressure and breathing, and after a bit longer she’s able to find a way to inhale without having to pause for so long. It’s a good feeling, and Auni appreciates the lift in her mood as well, turning his head toward Isuma who preens his pale fur. He sticks his wide tongue out and aims to lick her right on the forehead before he licks his lips and settles down again, ears flickering with the tones of music.

Kiada listens to his instruction and lowers the flute, surprised a bit that he’s allowing her to keep it but appreciating the gift all the same. “Thank you.” She says quietly at first, before tilting her head slightly. “And thank you for the time and lessons.” She adds, giving him a soft smile — a sign she’s starting to get out of her funk, out of her frustration and angst. The anxiety is still there but it’s mulled a bit after spending time thinking about something else.

When he mentions and explains the packing situation, she nods and stands, still grasping the flute tightly. “Thats a good idea, can’t be too careful after all.” She offers, another soft smile reaching her lips. “I’ll let you go to focus on that. Thanks again.”