When threads are broken
Wicked
11-13-2022, 06:55 PM
If the afterlife was hard to perceive, perhaps that was why she had struggled to connect with Dante. She wished she knew… knew for certain that her daughter was out there still. That she could speak to her. A young life, extinguished too early. It seemed this ghost understood her better then she would have thought. The woman - Shaye - she gathered, spoke of missing her own daughters. Riva rubbed at her eyes again, finding them damp still. ‘Yes, Dantalion. My daughter. She died in the long night. I don’t know of Abaven, but if I find myself there I will pass it on. I promise” she vowed softly, reaching a paw out to touch that of Shaye. |
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