Talking about her

And of course, he said it in a friendly way.

The way a person talks to another person to build a rapport and a string of friendship between.

Raya takes the paper, rolling it preciously as they begin shuffling their feet again. The old man artist had come back from his break, ready to draw more silhouettes and sketches of passersby.

"Say, why do you choose someone who would betray you?" As much as she loathed talking about his past, as promised, she couldn't help herself to that question. It spilled out without her conscience.

With a low, soft smile he answers, "Sometimes we find mates who are either cursed or a blessing. Mine was both."

Silence persists for a few minutes until they've reached back home. They call it a home now, no more a mere house.

"But," while removing her sandals as she sat on the porch, she continues her train of queries, "Couldn't you reject her?"

"If I did, I cannot find her and bring the fight to her. Yes, my wolf may remember a few scents but...scents can c