new in town | ren & siluka
Ren was surprised by Siluka’s influx of questions. She didn’t seem like the type. Usually he was the one asking people about their homes and families. It was…nice, being able to share about his home with those unfamiliar of the cafe or the land surrounding it. As they were walking, he had noticed small differences from home. For example the birds were different from the ones that would flock around the ocean at home. Even the people dressed differently.
“My family is pretty small. It’s just me, my sister, and my mom.” He also considered his coworkers to be family in a sense, but that probably wasn’t what she was asking about. And then there was Pappy. Ren still wasn’t really sure who he was. As for his father, well he didn’t even come to mind because Ren didn’t even know the man. He never thought of his family as odd or incomplete because of his lack of father, though.
As SIluka described her home, Ren tried to picture it, but she didn’t give much to picture. He imagined somewhere tropical based on her description and her style of dress.He may have not been an expert in geography or different cultures, but his mom did the best she could homeschooling him and his sister.
“Yeah, I’m sure they will eventually. My mom doesn’t like to close the cafe, so I doubt it would be too often.” Ren recalled when his mother had fallen ill and his sister and him, still children, took up the role of running the cafe because they knew their mother would hate it being closed for an extended period of time. When she woke up however, she felt terribly guilty.
•｡ ❀ 𝒜s he continued to disclose more details about his life prior to his arrival to the island, Siluka discovered more similarities - even the most minuscule - they shared; from having a sister to living and working at a café with your family, there was a piece of him that resembled a shard of glass from a mirror - reflecting her image back to her of when she first came to Arcadia, albeit his enthusiasm toward this new opportunity was the factor that set him apart from her. Indeed, her insatiable curiosity led her to wonder - if his life back home was as picturesque as he was painting it on a canvas to be - why he uprooted himself and come to Arcadia of all places; alas, she imagined the unchartered waters she would be trekking into with that question - so she left it at bay until, maybe, another time when it would be appropriate.
𝒜 mother, too... sometimes, she envied those who knew and had a good relationship with their parents, but ultimately - the priestess grew up with her twin sister by her side; it was all she ever knew - so it was needless to consider the impossibilities.
“... 𝓑ack in my village, my sister and I also lived at and ran a café, though it was more of a tea house. When we came here, my sister wanted to expand our business, so... here we are.” Siluka did not hold any resentment toward her twin sister - or, at least, she tried not to - because in all honesty, she would follow her to the end of the earth if it meant that they would be together; however, she did not want to move away from all that they knew to this place, but... at the end of the day, it mattered more to her that she was with Iluka than anything else... even if it was at the price of her own happiness.
“𝒯his way!” Siluka nudged the dragon between the two, thus gently pushing into Ren like the domino effect to walk along a path that traveled upland - off the course of the beaten path, but she was certain that it would be a worthwhile detour; after heading up a hill and leaning a little to the right, they eventually returned to level land - the only exception that instead of grass on either side of them, a cliffside that oversaw the ocean was on one side of them - to which the priestess stopped in her path to face the horizon just beyond the sea.
“𝒲e can use a break from walking,” she looked over at Draco and Ren, “what do the two of you think?”
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