Unforgivable

She knew it had to be hard to look upon her and not see how badly she was taking the loss. How it was eating away at her, slowly draining her of the will to carry on. She didn't even think Thenisto's sunny gaze would be able to fully rid her of the blackened clouds that surrounded her. Her scaly throat would utter a ?whine of complete defeat as she felt a fit of sobbing come over her. As she pulled herself into a tighter ball, her muscles coiling and clenching as the waves of anguish washed over her. Alpine would curl around her, holding her as she cried into his shoulder. Fern was gone, it was the simple truth. Twig didn't want it though, her body and her mind would try to fight the reality to no avail. She was drying herself up, it was happening slowly the change in features only showing in the last few days. It was happening though, the girl was wasting away and she had no will to stop it.?

Alpine would offer the only words he could, of situations impossible. His sincerity was taken to heart, but would do little to lessen her misery. How could the world be so cruel, forcing the child upon her and then snatching her away as Twig embraced the beauty of the life that had been within her. Her gorgeous daughter. "Her name was Fern." she would utter weakly, the memory of her dream would comfort her lavishly. Still, she knew the nightmares awaited her. She felt warmer in his embrace, like she would within her own brother's. She would continue to weep, Her legs curled defensively as she pushed herself into Alpine's chest. The pain gripped her heart like icy claws and radiated to the rest of her being. Her heart was truly crushed from the death of the girl. Still gritting her teeth her brows would knit together, "Why did this happen? What was the point? This pain!?" her breathing would grow ragged, as she began to feel nauseous. "What did I do?" her voice would fall to an almost indiscernible whisper. ?