when will my life begin
03-10-2021, 08:04 AM
At first she thought the girl was going to say no and she could see the war going on in her pretty little head. In time though, Siren agreed. Cicero instantly beamed, flashing her pearly whites in the black hole of her face. "Atta girl. You'll never learn anything new unless you're willing to try new things. Go to new places. See new things." Cicero knew this from experience. She thought of herself as quite enlightened and it was her goal in life to enlighten as many as she was able to. Dipping out a bowl of the foul tasting liquid, she passed it over to Siren. "I'll be here the whole time," she assured the girl. It never dawned on the woman to ask how old Siren was because she really didn't care. Everyone, young and old, should experience such journeys. Spiritual. Mental. Physical. It made you grow in more ways than one. Once Siren drank the offered brew, the star spattered fae settled down beside the fire, tucking her paws like a cat. Then, she watched. That's all that one could do when being a sitter. She would ensure that Siren wouldn't harm herself. She'd make sure that the girl wouldn't choke on her own vomit or thrash about too madly. She would be here when Siren came out. All she had to do was wait and watch. "Speech" |