Kahlo made her think of the sea, and of her home to the south. She missed home. She had been on the road for what felt like years, and while she was a guest of the kingdom, it didn’t lessen the blow of homesickness that she had been putting to the back of her mind for quite awhile now, “Where is home for you?” She murmured to the person standing across from her in the solarium.
Ithania was diverse, this much was true, and with both the sea and the mountains, it made for a most beautiful, if not contrasting sight. And how she missed the splendor and luxury her kingdom afforded her. “Tell me, of your home, I have never been outside my own before.” She paused, standing up a little straighter, overlooking the palace gardens, “Please,” She said, softly, “I implore you.”