What?

*Marina I* · 12-14-2015, 03:15 PM

Marina was thankful, so thankful for her little one. He remained calm, well, relatively calm under pressure. Concerned whines left him, licking at her face. When he spoke, Marina would advert her gaze away from her. She would feel her heart give, a whine of her own escaping her. “Mama is sick, Ren. Mama is ill in a way that no herbs can truly make her better. It is a sickness of the mind... And... She sometimes remembers things... Bad things... That have happened.” The rainbow marked female would draw into her son, burying her face into his fur.

“But... It’s okay... It’ll be okay... I just... I just have to keep fighting.” Marina would shake her head, taking in another deep breathe of lavender. “...Ren... Can I trust you with something?” Marina would ask, finally letting her saddened gaze shift back to her son.

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