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*Canta* · 03-23-2014, 05:11 PM

Her mother would come, the gentle sound of paws and her scent wafting before her. Canta still felt a surge of comfort as she breathed it in, despite it all, the woman before her was still her mother. Despite herself a small smile rose upon her ebony features, forest gaze softening some as her mother approached. She accepted her mother?s affection returning it with a short nuzzle of her own. There was a comfort in her mother sitting so close and despite being taller than her mother it had a sort of protective feel to it. Her mother spoke and the girl remained silent for a moment, unsure what to say.
Finally she sighed, shifted some and looking away, spoke. ?I?m not sure, physically I feel fine and nothing has really happened to upset me? or at least nothing that should upset me.? She paused struggling to find the words again. ?I?m just not to fond on the idea of you and dad having more kids, and I know it?s too late at this point but? I don?t know.? She sighed dropping her head, it was all so confusing for the yearling.

Speech,

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, Thank you Nine!

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