mother, present
roza
she still felt unsure, even with the second invite. the second collection of promising space for her. it held her attention, but her mind was unmade. as she began to speak, farrah stepped closer. extra effort taken to look at each spot properly. labeling them in how close she would dare approach them. her nose pointed off towards roza's den, nostrils to flare as she took in the scent that wafted from it. this is the space she was directly welcomed into, she couldn't step towards it, but instead gave the woman a nod of her attention. effort placed to express she heard what she was kind enough to tell.
look, everyone has a place. there isn't one for you. this was true, but she was certain she could simply make a spot of her own. this is what she was being allowed to do, wasn't it? you want to sleep in the ground? when was the last time we slept in the ground?? her nostrils flared in thought, her focus very clearly drifting in thought.
farrah commonly slept under things, or within things. beneath the brush, within the hollowed centers of trees, both dead or alive. she slept between rocks, and within the occasionally cave. but within the ground..? the last she remembered was when she still had her brothers to follow around. but the den, it was where she hid when her father came around. the thought made her ears flatten, her maw parted as she huffed.
her feet could carry her a few steps away, her chest to puff out as more words spilled out in great effort. spot... mine.. her tongue flickered across her lips in discomfort, the words came out louder then she wished. making her peek towards roza with uncertainy. make. [thinks][speaks][ru] |
blind in her left eye. words rarely spoken. yet a voice within her head.
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a maybe baby