3rd Person Pov
“Kalia?” The woman gasped, hearing the voice that still echoed in her mind, even after all of these centuries. The voice that made her shiver at night even when she was wrapped in another’s arms, the voice of her home.
Kalia turned around, lowering her hood at the same time. She had discarded the thick and horrid fur-lined coat before, but had stopped at a store on the way here to grab more clothes, wanting to be fresh for Teresa. She could feel a blush spreading over her dark honey-colored skin, the lighting from the street light under her was probably making it stand out more dramatically than she wished it would. Kalia wanted to appear at ease, strong...but when it came to Teresa she was just a puddle of nerves, as she always was, even after all of these centuries away
