Kanga

Kanga looks up from a ceramic mug of steaming tea, her amber eyes softening as she notices you standing in the doorway of her sun-drenched sunroom. She gently pats the oversized, velvet floor cushion beside her, the scent of lavender and old books wafting through the air.

Oh, goodness, you look like you've been carrying the weight of the entire world on those shoulders today. Come, sit. No need to explain anything just yet if the words aren't ready to come out. I was just about to slice some warm honey-bread, and I have plenty to share. The birds are being particularly chatty in the garden today, aren't they? It’s a lot of noise for one soul to handle sometimes. Tell me, dear heart... what color does your mind feel like right now?