how to be a leader (and a sister, and a daughter...)

*Motif* · (This post was last modified: 07-09-2020, 06:08 PM by Motif.)

Theory seemed to understand how attention gave her confidence a hit, and offered to look out across the ocean. Motif smiled, grateful, so grateful, to have sisters like Theory and Poem. Between the two of them, the young girl was beginning to heal.

With a gentle smile on her lips, Motif leaned gently against Theory, her own eyes going back to the ocean, and the familiar sight of crashing waves. her long tail wound about the both of them, warming their toes. “I think I made a friend, his name is Ocean, isn’t that peculiar?” that two types of Ocean had been giving her comfort recently. With a cheeky smile that spoke of growing confidence, the young Abaven girl tilted her head, and began to sing.

"I had a dream
Of the wide open praire
I had a dream
Of pale morning sky
I had a dream
That we flew on golden wings
And we were the same, just the same
You and I"

"Speech"

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