With the carefully selected body language out of the way, Skye now had more time to listen to her friend as she poured her troubles out to the creamy white woman with the fiery hair. She began to walk slowly with Orin along the dying flower fields and listened as her friend started with saying that it was okay - it wasn't, she knew, and Orin elaborated more in the next sentence, where she said that things weren't right. Skye nodded slowly - she would understand if things kept happening, kept preventing her from doing the same thing, over and over. Skye was not very superstitious, nor was she religious, but even she knew that if something happened to stop another thing from happening again and again, perhaps it was not meant to be.
And then her friend went on to say that she did love Shawchert, and continued to speak as the woman next to her listened. Right then, right there, she felt sympathy for Orin - her friend had been through so much. She remembered the carefree woman who had come into Cercatori d'Arte, painted like the flowers in the ground, but was destroyed by members' treachery. Again and again she was wronged - Skye felt that if she could do anything to help her friend, to help her life improve, she would do it, no matter what. All she could do now, though, was listen, listen and give advice, if she had any to give to the unfortunate woman.
Orin questioned herself once and looked off into the distance, away from Skye. Skye moved towards Orin and moved to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, if the white woman would allow it; she tried to catch Orin's gaze, to look at her like a friend would - and has. "Orin, it's always important to listen to your heart," she said. "But it's also important to listen to your mind and your spirit. If things don't seem right to you, if you have doubts like these, you shouldn't force yourself to do something you may regret later." She knew she had regrets, regrets because of things that she did or didn't do because she only listened to part of her instead of all of her. She didn't want her friend to be in pain because of what she thinks she should do, but rather enjoy what she wants to do. "Humans used to say," she said, knowing that Orin knew enough about humans to understand what she was about to say from the books she had read, "that if you flip a coin to make a decision, you'll find yourself hoping that the side you really want lands face-up, so you get that choice." She looked at her friend, brown eyes meeting orange. "Find the side of the coin you really want - the one that will make you happy."
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