The nostalgia that permeates the air at Cia's words is nearly tangible, and Catasis recognizes it immediately for what it is. She has met numerous clients that speak in the same way, especially those who request for her aid in reclaiming an item of sentimental value. The tone and the memories attached to it are something sacred, she feels. Something that cannot--should not--be treated casually, but rather with respect and caution.
She backs away from encroaching on the subject any further. If Cia wished to speak more about it, Catasis would allow her to open the topic up again. "I see. I apologize if I brought up any unwanted memories."
When Cia begins to laugh, Catasis tilts her head to the side in confusion. She could think of nothing of her story that was particularly humorous, though she admits that picturing the young Velon tottering after a butterfly never fails to bring a smile to her face. Still, she can scarcely imagine what the girl could have found so utterly amusing and decides that it has little to do with her story and something else entirely.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks when there is a small break in between the girl's laughter to be heard.
"I was traveling then," Catasis says softly as she recalls the first time she met the blond half-demon. "I was passing through a town to get supplies and see if anyone had any need of a mercenary... Velon was just barely a child--more of a toddler, really. His father had taken him out to the market and he wandered off on his own. I found him chasing a butterfly." She chuckles. "He nearly climbed into a well when it flew over, but I stopped him. When I tried to return him to his father, he stuck with me. I never knew why, and now that he's older and no longer remembers I doubt I ever will."
She shakes her head. "I visited him a few times after that. When his father died, he decided he wanted to travel with me. The rest, as they say, is history."
Catasis takes a brief moment to feel the slight relief that accompanies the questions, rapid-fire as they are. She can answer these. They require facts and things that are common knowledge in her world, and little to do with her and her situation. They do not remind her of her inability to change the past or take control of her future.
And so she explains, calm and composed as ever, "Ivora Omina is a distant world from here, and very young. While this world is billions of years old, Ivora Omina is an infant in comparison, just barely within the tens of thousands of years. It is a beautiful world regardless and draws much of its life from Reveria, the World Tree." She pauses briefly. "It is perhaps because the world is so young that our range of technology is lacking in comparison to worlds like Gaia. However, what we lack in technology we make up for in magic. Our ability to communicate and work alongside the spirits that help govern our magic is perhaps one of the most efficient I've seen thus far."
There is a slight pause as the homunculus considers. She knows there is something much more to this girl, this Lucia von Wincott, than she lets on. The wisps of spirits that congregate around her each day, the way her eyes look so old and weary at times, were only hints of that. But at the same time, Cia has come over numerous times into her home and never once threatened her or her ward. She became friends with Velon in a way that no other human would with the unusual quality of his eyes. She's sat beside Catasis, knowing what she could do and a little of what she's done, without fear.
Decision made, Catasis nods, slowing their walking pace to a more leisurely gait. "What did you want to know?"
Catasis stops at the sound of her name. Recognizing it, she waits patiently for the younger girl to catch up before shaking her head at the inquiry. "No. It is for Halloween." Then, tilting her head to one side, she asks, "Did you need something?"