ti, a drink with jam and bread
11-15-2014, 08:47 PM
Without a single word of complaint, Rhythm would finish off the curl and sort out the remains. Motif watched, a fond smile touching her lips as she appraised her sister. She was everything Motif could have ever asked for in a sister and more, she was there for all the terrible girly moments that the tom-boy Queen hated to deal with alone, she accepted who Motif was even now without trying to change her, only pushing and nudging to move around Motif's pride. As the other returned her attention to Motif, she would also turn the conversation back to the things growing in the Queen's belly. Her words only caused a sigh to blow through Motif's lips before she answered. ?Half way... sounds like an achievement, but sure doesn't feel like it? she muttered, the time past, spent again this way sounded already like forever. "Speech" |
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