When she finally realized just what she might’ve said, an embarrassed blush
came over her cheeks. Her father had always made sure that she knew where
the clan lines were, and she got so caught up in it. “I-I’m sorry. Uhm…t-the cherry
trees are nice this time of year.” Great change of subject.
↳ ❂ ↰ Okay, so she changed her mind on that. Kaeto stepped closer to converse better; being too far away made it more difficult to hear and read body language. “Yeah, they are,” he agreed with an amicable nod of his head. “It must be a nice view to have all the time.” Maybe he’d recreate it in his room later on, replicating the seasons and changing landscapes. It was better than plain white walls twenty-four seven.