Iris couldn’t help but smile when he spoke of his rebellious phase, she was certain that every child had one at some point in her life and she was sure she probably had one of her own too. After all there were definitely times when they thought they knew better than their parents so often went against every word they would say. [color=f49ac2]“You may be tied to them, but you are still your own person. They can shape you and guide you but at the end of the day we all make our own choices.”[/color] Glancing back towards him as they continued to walk, [color=f49ac2]“Like the choice you made to rescue me, offer me shelter even though you knew your father might not like it. You put quite the risk to yourself, what if I was dangerous?” [/color]

Feeling a twinge from her injured leg she stopped for a second to readjust before continuing on at a slower pace. She listened to his story about his mother and she didn’t dare interrupt. This was important to him and it would be disgusting of her to talk over, especially as he was sharing not the best of memories. Offering a warm gentle smile when he finished, she met his gaze, [color=f49ac2]“I’m sure you’ve heard this so many times, but I do offer my condolences. I’m certain she was a wonderful woman.”[/color]

Turning to face the shops as the subject changed to a lighter note, she nodded listening to him delve into the history of the shops. Her eyes lit up at the first shop and the whole aspect of art; paintings and sculptures and stories behind each piece. It was hard to hide her excitement as she moved inside the shop to have a look around. Smiling as she heard the little bell tinkle signalling people had entered, she glanced around already interested in this shop. 

[color=f49ac2]“Ohhh, look at these beautiful pieces.”[/color] Smiling more as she moved towards a beautiful painting on show in the shop, it looked like Aspiria but it was quite different from now. Touching the frame, she focused on the artwork, it showed an Aspiria that wasn’t split. Everything looked equal and it was mesmerizing to see. Sure, none of it looked as modern or had the technology they had today but it was hard to deny how stunning the picture was. [color=f49ac2]“Hey Cas, look at this! Isn’t this beautiful? I can hardly recognise how it looks now compared to this. I wonder how it all started, the whole separation. I’m sure there’s a history book explaining it all, but you can’t help but wonder.”[/color] 

Grinning over at Cas she looked towards another piece, it was a little music box that was hand painted. There were hand painted vases, other paintings, ornaments. Everything clearly had a story and it was so interesting to be in a store full of history. [color=f49ac2]“Do you ever wonder how you will be remembered. Like a hundred years from now will history still talk about you? Or will we all just disappear.”[/color]