The world has not forgotten

It's a slow and awkward trip downstairs, both too weary from the emotional rollercoaster just minutes ago, both too lost in their own thoughts to break the silence. Laica had softly suggested they both get a nice cup of tea, and now both females sank into their usual routine; Laica setting up the table and slicing the bread while L'o put the kettle on the fire and sliced up the fruit and made them some eggs. The silence was an odd one, not exactly heavy but not companionable either. Maybe because it was the one think breaking the routine; their mornings were full of gentle talk and teasing. Not this morning, however.

As they sat at the table, L'odara seemed small and so fragile, like the breeze might blow her away. Laica pushed her chair closer to the girl, pouring them both some tea. She only nibbled at her own plate, while L'o stared vacantly at her own food. "Sweeth'art?" She asked in an almost whisper, worry still heavy in her chest. The tan wyngro took some time to reply, but she eventually muttered back. "I'm... afraid I might bite my tongue again...There'th... too many teeth." And she visibly flinched at her own lisp, the new fork in her tongue stumbling on the large teeth. Laica's eyes lingered on the little scratches and nicks on her girl's face and lips, and her heart pinched in pity. Her hand went to rest on L'odara's, hesitating over the sliced table fruit. "Just take it slow, take it nice and slow yes? Careful, but at least try, no?" She suggested, nudging L'odara's hand to pick a slice and eat it. She does, and each bite is deliberate, careful, but she manages it. "Ah, ye see? Not so bad?" Laica tries to smile at the small achievement,but she catches new tears gathering over pink eyes.

L'odara quickly wipes at her face, accidentally scratching herself again, but she ignores it, takes a gulp of the hot tea. She always liked it scalding hot, she welcomes the burn even if it stings her injured tongue. She ignores it all. Cing's bites and the loose bit of wire fence had done more damage before, this is nothing. And yet, it's everything. They both are quite for a while longer, and L'o manages two more slices and a bite of the fried eggs before she speaks up again. "I feel like a... like a, um... like a thtranger in my own thkin. Like I'm in thosse nightmareth where you, you are you but, aren't you?? Like someone is staring at you but there'th no one to begin with. Thith feelth horrible... And thith lithp ish sho annoying!" She had tried to explain but the more she spoke, the more her teeth and tongue got in the way, and the more frustrated she got, and the worse it got. By the end, she was nearly yelling, and Laica wasn't sure if she should roll her eyes or laugh. While there was nothing funny about this whole situation, she figured there would be a lot more yelling around the household as L'odara tried to get accustomed to the changes in her body.

"Well, my dear, this just seems like a nightmare now. Later, you'll see, later it will be easier. Will be easier a little every day, luv. But just take it one day at a time, yes? Today, you eat fruit. Tomorrow, you fix lisp. One day at a time, sweeth'art." Laica explains with a kind smile, L'odara looking at her under her messy bangs. It takes a second for her to really process what was said. "And... what if other'th don't recognize me? I can't recognize myself, what if..." She whispers in a shy voice, looking terribly afraid of the possibility.

"The world will not have forgotten your kind and loving soul, luv." Laica says with a finality that shouldn't belong in such a warm voice. It catches L'odara off guard, but she doesn't have time to argue, as the old wyngro gets up and starts to clean up the table. With a practiced ease, L'o stands to help as well, and in her deep thoughts, manages to nibble some more on the food until it's been put away. One day at a time, huh? Well, today she eats fruit... and cleans up her room. She has enough cuts on her face, she doesn't need them on her feet too because of those glass shards. On her way to the broom closet, she finds Brite and Rose tucked in the nook under the stairs. They look up at her with those large round eyes, and a long time stretches between them. The fears from moments ago come back like a punch in the gut; what if the dunce doesn't recognize her??

Before the consequences of that thoughts could truly sink their teeth in her mind, Brite walks forward and bumps her head against her knee. Like she always does when she wants attention. Like nothing is changed. Rose just wiggles her tail and gets comfortable where she is. Like she always does. And L'odara kneels down and scoops the yellow-spotted puckoo into her arms and nuzzles against her smooth scales, humming deep in her throat at the familiar feeling.

Like she always does.

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Direct sequel to My sweeth'art, L'o and Laica share some tea and a short talk. A first step to adapting to her new traits.
I rly didn't want to plan out a kitchen, and yet the undefined BG ended up looking so good for this scene HAHA
And I wonder who made those nice clay teacupssss >u>

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(Miss Laica is not part of the Wyngro cannon, and doesn't count for Wyns.)