It was evenings like this where Yejide truly felt the blessing of her sisters in the heavens, perhaps the fae had coerced those children to knock over her flower pot in order to bring her here, back into the arms of a familiar face. Welcomed of course. It felt so strange not to feel hesitation around someone, to truly feel safe and confident in someone's company. Perhaps had she known Mortimer was in the very same town she would have not asked her youngest brother to come live with her, but times are different as are the worlds, it's not safe to just wander around without even knowing who is an enemy or who is a friend. As much as she adored Ezra, a man she loved much like a son, she wished for Corvus and his strength, for after all he was her unofficial twin.

Tilting her head in a sort of resigned way at Mortimer's words Yejide gives a solemn sigh, "It's not forever, or all the time. I couldn't live like that, as you well know." Giving him a significant look, they both know there is nature in them deep in their blood that they cannot ignore, and yet when it comes to the mortals who are unfamiliar and would run screaming if their true selves were revealed they still fight for their place to be normal. It's a harsh word when Yejide looks at it like that, in Meronia as well as other lands no one would think twice of the creatures that milled about, and wasn't Yejide once a living and breathing human? Wasn't Mortimer once a man? Just because they lead new lives did not mean they were now void of emotions or needs. Maybe they were truly what humans were meant to be in the end.

With a short laugh she leaned in, feeling that tense bubble dropping away like melting snow. "Now, now, you know I would never request a debt from you, just knowing you're here repays my clumsiness. " She breathes out the word like a prayer answered, "although I would love to take you up on your offer, I was actually planning on visiting the park this evening." Ignoring the baskets on the floor she steps forward and loops her arm through his, placing her other hand on his arm gently. Turning her face towards him her smile always becomes easy with Mortimer, "it'll be far more enjoyable with company." Although she was used to being alone it wasn't her first choice.

With a small guiding tug she moved through an isle with Mortimer by her side and down along a wall before stepping through the automatic doors of the store with only a slight hesitancy. Absent-mindedly she mused "It's been so long but I still find those doors mildly startling," Technology was something she had watched progress, even her little sisters made fun of her for still owning a land-line and not a cell phone, although they never made fun of their parents. God-forbid. As soon as they are out from beneath the storefront Yejide's body relaxes and is almost humming with a distinct pleasure, although the stars are hard to make out in the suburban area she still can see a few brighter ones and just being out in the night air is enough.

She doesn't mind the silence that passes with their footsteps and Mortimer's cane on the pavement as they only two blocks from the store to the park. Some people are sitting out on their porches sipping lemonade or tea, kids are running barefoot on the grass or in ratty old flip flops that smack the pavement loudly as they chase fireflies with glass jars and laugh. Yejide feels her eyes on these children, and again she feels a pull of missing her daughter, although at the end of the week she should have a brand new letter. Giving his arm a little squeeze Yejide turns back to him, "I almost bought that little yellow house over there," giving a small gesture of her head towards it, "but it was too big, much more fitting for a family." And by the looks of toys strewn in the yard Yejide knew she had been right to pass it up.

At the entrance to the park Yejide started again, "So, Mortimer, what have you been up to all this time? Have you been conducting famous symphonies?" A little tease in her voice and a slight pull at the corner of her lips, she remembered the way he had played the violin for her all those years ago in his home. A night she had wandered off after a banquet in the kingdom, her mother had been more focused on Gobline carrying the future heir of the kingdom than of where her other children were off too, and although Corvus wouldn't let her out of his sight for the entire week after she had felt it was well worth it. Walking along the old stone paths beneath the trees and streetlights in the park was the perfect way to continue for them, they were creatures of the night, and she knew as much had passed before them as passed between them.