The mother daughter dance

*Zlata* · 06-21-2014, 09:57 PM

The youth burrowed into her mother's bosom with ease, turning into a puddle in her embrace as light sobs racked her shoulders. Her ebony muzzle would lift and take in the scent of the alabaster giantess, wondering if what she sensed was real or a memory. Did wolves carry scents in the afterlife? She was still so young, with so much to learn and none to teach her. How would she ever live a normal life without her family to guide her?

"The gods were unfair, mother. I am alone, you are dead, and Magnus and Australis have chosen their own paths away from Ludicael." Her silver opticals would turn to ice as she discussed the men of their family. Where had they gone? Had they given up all hope? Aurora had been the only one to care, and she gave her life for that cause. Her nose scrunched in distaste at the thought. Aurora was all she had ever had, and now she was gone.

Zlata could have stayed in her mother's embrace for the rest of her life if the gods hasn't been so cruel to punish her for leaving. The girl sniff led and tried to remove any spite from her words as she spoke again.

"What am I to do with my life, with the gods keeping me from my happiness?"

It was a question she knew only her mother would be able to answer, for she would take advice from no one else on the matter. Even after all that Aurora had put the family through, Zlata would always look up to her as her only role model.

Speech,

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