my heart my sacrifice

Scylla was easy to coax, another symptom of the illness. The girl was easily led into place and made to do as her mother asked. The saliva was indeed luminescent and made the bottom of the bucket glow. Scylla moaned softly, lamenting how much her belly was hurting her. "Have you been swallowing the goop a lot?” Siren asked quietly as her dual toned gaze glanced over the herbs before her.

The girl continued quietly, asking why this was the way it was. Siren looked back towards the pitiful girl. "Try not to, okay. Spit into the bucket when you can, I’ll give you something to help settle your belly.” Siren told her as she gently caressed her daughter’s long fur at the back of her head. She gazed into Scylla’s cloudy little eyes and tried to formulate her answer. "There’s a curse. A curse over everything, and some of us are reacting differently, and worse than others. From what I’ve seen puppies are more easily affected.” She replied softly, as best she could. Hating her daughter had to go through this.

"Siren Primrose Klein"