They next morning, Will left with Halt to meet with Crowley, while Alyss stayed home with Saya. They were both making breakfast in complete silence and then sat down to eat. Alyss tried to get a conversation going.
"Will said you are good with bow."
Saya shrugged.
"He said you hit the target perfectly on your 3rd shoot and spit it in half on your 4th."
She shrugged again.
"You're not a very verbose person are you?"
Saya looked up at her. "What?"
"I said you're that verbose when you speak?"
She tilted her head and looked as if she was a foreign diplomat who didn't know Araluen. "You don't know much of the language, do you?"
"I know enough to live here without any problems, unless people start using complicated words, like verbuse."
"Verbose?" She said. It was one of the simplest words she used.
She shrugged.
"Well, verbose means to use a lot of words or too many words. So a person who is verbose is very..."
"Talkative."
"Yes, talkative, which, when I said that you weren't a very verbose person, I meant that you're not that talkative."
Saya nodded. A moment of silence went by.
"So, when did you come into the Ward?"
"7."
"What happened to your parents?"
She looked down. "Never knew them."
"Then who brought you to the Ward?"
Saya stayed silent as the flashbacks went through her head. Alyss knew that she was getting to a sensitive topic in Saya's past and decided not to go deeper into how she got to the Ward.
"Who raised you, then?"
"My aunt and uncle."
Alyss looked at the young woman next to her, and from what she could tell it was her past that made her be so isolated with her emotions. Then Alyss decided to share her story of how she got into the Ward it was short, but Alyss felt the need to share it.
When Alyss was finished with her story, Saya got up, washed her plate and went outside toward the stable where they kept the horses. Alyss then decided to go and fetch some water for the day as she walked past the stable and was stunned by the fact that Saya was smiling as she took care of her horse, Shun. Alyss kept walking toward the pond, with a smile on her face, knowing there was hope that she would be able to come out of her shell.