She heard his voice circling her. She sensed almost a bit of bemusement in his first statement, but it left as quick as it came when she heard the grass move behind her and his own movements cease. She turned around on her seat so that she'd be facing the direction that he'd went and could hear him better. She was so intrigued and curious about him. She wanted to know it all. However, she thought it wise not to ask too many questions at once. Especially not such personal ones. Perhaps one day he'd tell her his full story in time, but only when he was ready.<br/><br/>She was eager to hear her mother's journal as well. She knew there was a lot of reading there, so it was important to her to express her thanks to him for offering to read it to her. The thickness of the thing showed it had a lot to read. That is, if all the pages were filled in. She hadn't remembered a lot about her mother. She'd mysteriously died when she was about 3, and that was the last thing she could remember.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"I...would honestly like that very much, but I can't express to you my gratitude for what you're offering." She started, "I've wondered about my mother for such a long time. I can't remember anything about her. I just remember a song from when I was little, and it was a woman's voice singing it....I assume it was hers."</span>