A breeze rustled through the leaves of the sapling and the girl on her shoulder watched them dance and sway. Against the tension and quiet, she didn't care a wit. She just babbled about what she saw before hugging onto Qat's neck and getting comfortable.
'It's nice that one of us is enjoying the time out here.'
The swordswoman could tell that the two older cultivators were still in a sort of shock. Even if they knew where the conversation was going, having it said by the blonde still needed some time to process. Time which Qatrand had allowed for in this visit… but she still started to talk anyway to fill the uncomfortable silence.
"Before you entirely misunderstand, I made the choices to go along with it. Chose to train as they wanted me to, chose to act as they expected, and chose to become their version of an acceptable heir."
"What are you talking about? That's just-"
