[She has taken a great amount of pride in her little house. Fela has, really, very little concept that the structure she had envisioned for herself was simple, that perhaps she could have furnished herself more comfortably. It made her happy just to have it, rooted firmly into the ground and belonging to her. It was a novel sensation to her when she could barely keep hold of her own memories.
There were memories in the house now. Little routines that triggered themselves, smells the reminded her of a friend, items that had gathered themselves on the shelves and counters that represented something special. All hers, all important, but she did not mind sharing it with Mahalia, did not mind at all in fact. She would have left any of those things behind in favor of her sister. As it was, the Garden offered them an alternative and Fela was more than happy to let her little sister make as many additions to the house as she wished.]
Hm?
[She stirs from her light doze slowly, stretching out before shielding her eyes, smiling.]
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There were memories in the house now. Little routines that triggered themselves, smells the reminded her of a friend, items that had gathered themselves on the shelves and counters that represented something special. All hers, all important, but she did not mind sharing it with Mahalia, did not mind at all in fact. She would have left any of those things behind in favor of her sister. As it was, the Garden offered them an alternative and Fela was more than happy to let her little sister make as many additions to the house as she wished.]
Hm?
[She stirs from her light doze slowly, stretching out before shielding her eyes, smiling.]
Are you? That's exciting.