Five suns pass as Kiora remains under her matra's tender care. Upon the sixth twilicht, her heart stirs with longing. 'I have to proceed with my own quest.' She thinks while sitting outside. The smell of food wafts from the kitchen. Kiora rests her back against the stone house. Her gaze shifts from the rose garden to her sketchbook in lap. Although she wants to draw, Kiora cannot find the heart to do so. 'Is this guilt?' She shakes her horns.
"Dinner is ready, ma cara!" Lilythe's voice chimes from the backdoor. "We have some soup and toast."
"A light meal," Kiora smiles. "That's good, I was pretty full after lunch!"
"I thought as much," she replies. Her matra places a hand over her stomach. "The sandwich was heavier than I expected."
"I'll be there in a moment." The young Daemik holds
