As Mo'rtajha's expression turns wistful, Ahri can feel the flicker of happy memories through her -- to her empathic senses, Mo'rtajha is golden right then, a gentle glow of happiness as she recalls her loving family. Ahri feels warm just being near that glow.
"No. The only family I have ever known is the snow foxes I lived with as a child. I thought I was one of them for the longest time."
The sadness in her voice isn't immediate and trembling; it's worn and old, a familiar ache that doesn't trouble her much to speak of. She's recently come to terms with it a little more after learning more about her people, but it doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt.
"As far as I know, I am the last of my kind." Ahri takes a sip of her tea, thoughtful. "But even thought I have no family to miss, I do already miss the land I lived in. Pumpkin Hollow is very different."
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"No. The only family I have ever known is the snow foxes I lived with as a child. I thought I was one of them for the longest time."
The sadness in her voice isn't immediate and trembling; it's worn and old, a familiar ache that doesn't trouble her much to speak of. She's recently come to terms with it a little more after learning more about her people, but it doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt.
"As far as I know, I am the last of my kind." Ahri takes a sip of her tea, thoughtful. "But even thought I have no family to miss, I do already miss the land I lived in. Pumpkin Hollow is very different."