Fiona Bacarra
“Sorry, I’m just… I just haven’t been home in a while is all, I guess I am a little on edge.” She smiled at the dragon, “And thank you, please don’t eat them, they have it hard enough with all the snow.”
Crows weren’t meant to live in this weather, but somehow they were making it work, along with all the other wildlife that seemed to make this city home. It was incredible, and made her smile inside. In a way it eased her heart a bit, allowing for her to calm herself down. Slowly she walked closer, clearly having regained some of her confidence.
“Also, don’t worry. I am sure you will find your family again soon. And they definitely have you in their thoughts.” She understood that feeling, but it was different for her. She could always feel the garden, the place where all Cycle Druids are bound, and the place where they drew their powers from. We were always together because of it, not matter how far apart we were. While it was not strictly true, it was something, a white lie she could tell herself to let her sleep at night.
In a way she guessed it was unfair. Unfair that she could find at least some comfort in that, when anyone else in her shoes would probably be lost. But… maybe she could help someone. Well, a dragon, but it still counts.
Hiding her hands behind her back for a moment, she called forth a simple red rose. And then, with her command and her blessing she crushed it, releasing a soft smoke that dispersed immediately, with a smell no doubt overshadowed by the scent of roses she carried with her.
“I am sure it will be fine.” She said to him, a smile on her face and hoping the power of the rose would fill him with some happiness. She couldn’t… she couldn’t do much else. "So don't worry. Everything will work out in the end, it always does. You just have to believe."