Her hand trembling a little despite her calm exterior, she gently touched the waxed page that held the words of her mother. In her time, Amara hadn't seen Medeia in almost a decade, let alone heard her voice. But as she read the interview, the lioness could hear her mother's words in her mind, as if she was standing right there next to her. "I'm here, mom." she whispered under her breath, her words barely disturbing the surface of the drink held just below her lips.
The time mage's wrist twitched, almost spilling her coffee onto her lap, as she heard a child's shriek nearby. Looking around as she set down the mug, she spotted a young girl with long braided hair of blue and white bouncing around the patio of the cafe, where Amara sat, with what seemed to be limitless energy. The girl looked around in response to a woman's voice, and Amara saw two women who looked to be around her own age sitting across from each other at one of the tables. One of the women had long brown hair, braided on the sides into two pigtails, amber eyes, and a pair of dog's ears atop her head. The other had purple eyes and short lavender hair, surmounted by a pair of pointed cat's ears. Amara's own lion-like ears flicked as she noticed this. In her time, hybrid races like hers were far more common, but in this time they seemed to be rather rare, aside from the Joyans who seldom left their country. The lioness checked, and did a double-take as she saw that the child had rabbit's ears, rather than those of either a cat or a dog. Either something had gone incredibly weird with her genetics, or the child was adopted. Amara came to this conclusion based on her quick observation of the trio, immediately deciding that the two older women were a couple and the girl was their child. The Dragon Slayer had incredibly sharp perception and was a fairly expert judge of body language and facial expressions.
Curious about this family, Amara laid down the magazine and picked up her coffee again, sipping at it as she watched the three interact. Mostly, the couple talked over mugs of some drink and snacks while the child played nearby. The lioness couldn't help but stare, because such a sight - two women as a couple with a child - was common in her time but seemed rare in this one. For a brief moment, Amara could almost imagine she was home, but the taste of her coffee and the scent of the breeze quickly dispelled that notion. She wasn't home, and she had no idea how to get back there.