Aramine had risen early in the morning long before the sun came up but despite this had not yet left her home yet...

“You don’t have to go, no one will think any less of you,” her father said, his voice calm as always.

“It’s dangerous and you are unused to traveling, it will be difficult,” her mother chided in, a slight accent in her voice that Aramine had never noticed.

“But it’s your decision and we can’t stop you,” though the slight shift in his tone told Aramine that her father very much wished to.

Always hesitant; there wasn’t much time left, if the others were to leave there would be no way to catch up, unable to leave the safety of the village and the protection from Miasma that the crystal created. She would regret not going. Or would she? She was fine with her life in Tipa, she couldn’t be dissatisfied, just [b]couldn’t[/b] be but…“I don’t want to but I want to,” she spoke softly and was somewhat disheartened how ineloquent she sounded when compared to her parents, “I-I mean, I have to…Though I don’t,” her parents were quiet, used to her awkward wording and the inability to convey herself, “I’d like to think they need me,” her voice had dropped several volumes, almost inaudible but her parents had heard her loud and clear. It was only for a moment that Aramine had started to feel like she was being selfish until her mother’s arms wrapped around her lithe form, “Be safe,” she said simply.

There were no tearful goodbyes, Aramine simply gathered her already packed things and left with both growing tension and relief. Even the first steps outside the door, parents watching her as leave, left her feeling both free and weighty.

She saw the caravan in the near distance and was relieved to see they had not left, her careful trot slowed down to a well-paced walk however, when she approached the Caravan and the others her mouth opened and all that came out was a strange but quiet whine, “…” she suddenly wanted to crawl under a rock, “H-hello…” her voice became very quiet, “m’ sorry…show…late…” Aramine was beginning to fidget, “I-I mean if you’re already leaving maybe I should just…” she leaned back slightly, looking half-ready to bolt back to the safety and socially-absent place she called home.