I stood there for several long minutes alone. Looking at the ground where we had been. At the ceiling she must have seen behind me, if she had focused on anything other than me at all. Trying to process what had just happened out of what felt like nowhere.
> What I’d done. What I’d started. What I might have finished if not interrupted. She makes friends fast... If it was anyone, it was Kyrie’s fault! She could have told me to stop. Really... I miss it more than I want to admit. <
Instead, it was homesickness. As I have not seen very much that reminds me directly of my kingdom. And this floor seating is still only a near thing...