The meal was definitely delicious. She couldn't have picked a better time to copy what someone else got. As the talk turned to family, she had a feeling they both had some darkness in their past that made it harder to talk about it. He turned the tables back on her in a quickness instead of talking about his own siblings. She didn't have any to speak of, at least not unless you count the unborn child of that female her father empregnated after she left the pack. She couldn't help but wonder if the girl made it and had the baby, if it was a boy or a girl. Would she ever meet them? A part of her hoped not, if only cause she had a feeling it would be for the girl to come back to seek her vengeance just as she had promised before running away. But another part of her wanted to know that baby, if only cause it would be her only living blood relative now.
She felt her heart go out to Alexander as he talked about grief. Of course with his lifetime, he probably lost a lot of people he cared about. She hated that part of immortality for him. As she mentioned that she could be married with kids by now, he only made a noise in response and her brow lifted. So he had no opinion or didn't want to voice it cause she might not like it? She had to wonder. It was time like these that she felt oceans of distance between them and she felt it had to do with his immortality, his years of firsthand experience that probably made her own look like a drop of water in a bucket. She despised the distance, shifting her weight in her chair as she tried to bring the conversation back around to something that would bring them closer.
She asked about his first experience with horses and was rewarded with a happier story about climbing all over a horse and a bet with his father to tame a wild one. She leaned forward in her eagerness to listen, her lips turned up into a smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Though she may not have a lot of experience with riding herself, she still liked to to picture him atop a mighty stead. She was sure it was quite the picture. When he asked about her story, she leaned back and drew her arms in, her body instantly withdrawing a little as she glanced up at him almost shyly. "I know I don't have nearly as many as you do. I, uh, had a sheltered life. I spent most of it in my family hut, locked in my room. I drew pictures and watched others out my window. I didn't have much of a life before Sacrosanct. Now, I guess I have some stories but few and far between. And I think the best ones have you in them." She smiled warmly, her gaze finding his. "But of course you already know how those start and end."
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