Ever since that day, Navia had.. sort of changed. It wasnt as obvious to those who hadn’t known her well, but those who knew her, noticed the difference.

She was upset with Clorinde for three years straight. Navia was well aware it wasn’t completely Clorindes thought, but the scene of her taking her father, Callas Caspars, life was continously burned more and more into her mind on the daily.

Maybe to the point, where she became more and more like him as time past, and she grew. People often thought of Callas when they saw Navia. And that, hurt yet comforted Navia. She had always looked up to her father, as any normal kid would. but this is definitely not the way she had hoped for. She at least wished he would still be here to see that.

Another day past. Clorinde was walked down the streets of Fontaine, looking for Navia as she thought of her. Navia was finally spotted, helping somebody out, as usual.. It was a charming yet worrisome trait of hers. She had noticed Clorinde almost immediately, and had finally walked over as she finished helping the man.

“Good afternoon, Clorinde! What brings you here?”