It’s... Certainly going to be a while-- she knows that. Though she knows it, she also knows it isn’t something one discusses as casually as what they had for breakfast. The owl had made her case, she wanted to be included in her Pare’s and family’s business. Wanted to help as much as she could, wanted to make the severe wrongs done to others right in some way. To give them the freedom, the safety and hope they needed-- that she had once needed. Her wings shift at her back, eyes ever unblinking and watching the shoulders of the other steadily rise and fall. Her expression is a bit solemn, she doesn’t want anyone to know what she’s up to yet, not for fear of how they’d react to just what she was doing but more so how they’d react to the possible consequences of it to herself.
As loud as she normally is, she’s silent when she moves and even more so as she slips away from the others. She’d be back after a while, but training took time and it was limited right now. Connor would know some details if he spoke to her auntie, but beyond that, the owl said nothing to anyone as she seemingly disappeared from the world itself. Although she’d been training since she was young, this was far more rigorous and more intensive to better prepare her for the occupation she intended to pick up. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months-- her collection of scars grew and her skills far more honed by the end of it. The vivid clarity in which she saw with, her extremely sensitive hearing, it panned out quite well for her pare’s job; or rather, her job.
Of course, she still checked in but she didn’t... Quite have the heart to contact Sakura or Mahdi. She missed them greatly and her guilt for disappearing without a word played into her inability to check in with them personally. Not to say she wasn’t sneaky with checking up on them and making sure they were okay-- she was definitely being coy about that. Though it seemed her inquiries were often geared towards Mahdi. He’s sulking, of course. Why though? Certainly it shouldn’t be too strange for someone to go on ‘vacation’ for a while. Or at least, that’s the excuse she told everyone to give if anyone asked about her.
Why isn’t she talking to anyone though? No reception. Though reception hardly mattered when it came to their way of communication since they could traverse universes and keep in contact with each other thru the similar frequencies and well coded programs. By the time she did return, she perhaps looked far more disgruntled by her own emotions than she did before. Frustrated with the heavy weight in her heart, annoyed by how deeply it ached when she wondered how he was doing, confused by the whole of it and often caught wrinkling her nose while she stared out the window in thought about it. It was.. Suffocating. The amount of worry and wondering she felt. What irked her the most was her inability to think of a way to simply walk back into the same room and act as though she hadn’t been gone for months.
Instead, she found herself adjacent to it, watching the rain she just came through patter against the window. Pale pupils almost lost in the gold from the lights passing by, she crossed her arms and wondered why it was taking so long for him to show up. Maybe she should’ve sent him a text or something about her being back? Thinking about it, she pulled her phone from her pocket and sent a quick message to him. The first in months and it was a simple hey, I’m back. What a mess she was.
