Despite everything, she smiled a bit when he told his story. She didn’t hear very many at home because no one thought she would understand, and those that did had no reason to tell her. It wasn’t like she could ever ask, not with how she was now? It also was nice to hear about a friendship like that, even if it started with violence. She understood that it was nice to feel remembered. Kiara also smiled a bit at the pride he obviously took in the story. Although, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the fighting or the friend or maybe because he survived.

When he asked his question she looked down a bit and shook her head. Now that she thought of it, it was probably strange that she didn’t have any friends or any stories to tell. When she took his arm, though, she remembered one. Another deep breath, and she was ready to speak again. “I… I grew up here. Once when I was little… Well I never understood why wolves couldn’t fly, and decided that I would be the first.” Kiara paused, struggling to resist the urge to keep her mouth shut as she pulled him over to a 2-story building a block or so down. “I was so determined, that I climbed to the roof here and jumped.” This time her pause was followed by a wince. “I still have the scars, but at the time I was telling anyone who would listen that I had flown.”

This time she sighed and look towards the ground. This story made her remember who she was and who she could have been all along. That brave little girl who didn’t let anyone tell her what to do or what to think. Inside, she still felt that way, but what good was it if no one knew. “I’m not slow,” she said in her defense. “I.. I know everyone thinks I am… but I’m not.” She bit her lip once more hoping that he hadn’t thought it too.