cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
The suggestion, off-handed though it was, piqued Ridley's interest, and had she been a dog, her ears might have perked. Sharing her past traditions with the people in her life now? Who, which people? And why? It wasn't as if she could keep memories of her mother alive that way, and no one could replace her mother.
But there was something about the idea that drew her in, not only because of the realization that she could still do these things, but because she could create new memories. Still, though. This had been something sacred between her and her mother. Would she be strong enough to reach out to others? She couldn't keep secluding herself. Her mother wouldn't want that, she knew.
The blonde sipped delicately at her own tea. "Who do you think would do them with me?" While the idea was still in its budding stages, it would come to gnaw at her for days.