Oran stopped and placed the knife on the cutting board as she looked out the window of her home onto the street. Sure it was an old lady type of move and Oran was solidly in her teenage years but she had learned to take time to enjoy life. Oran remembered when she first came to the academy. She was withdrawn from everyone. She didn’t trust anyone and she refused to talk about her problems. It was hard to believe that it wasn’t that far back. She had come a lot in that time considering what had happened to her.
It was even harder to believe that the brother that always shied away from any of her attempts to be friends stepped up to the plate after she found herself parentless. She knew it had been hard. She after all so looked like her mother, however Oberon had been patient. He had been there for her when all her other family hadn’t.

She realized she didn’t want her mother to ruin everything. She understood the woman had been sick, really sick and of course Oran wished nothing had happened. However things had happened and Oran had learned to move on. She had learned to start smiling again. She had learned… well her brother didn’t know how to cook to save his life and so she had learned to step up and help him. She learned how to help even more so when she became an aunt to the most adorable nibbling on the planet.

She felt ready to move on with her life. Oberon was getting ready to start a family, with a significant other and everything and Oran wanted to show him that while she still needed help she was okay. She was happy and she was growing and really that was all any one could hope for.