A PAIR OF FROZEN HANDS TO HOLD
01-17-2015, 01:55 PM
Her sister would turn before rushing forth to stand before her. The proclamation of death once again fell from the girls dark lips. She would chuckle, even as her younger sister permitted, tiny lips peeling back to expose her teeth and gums. It was then that she would see the source of the problem, but her sister would dive into a brief story before she could speak. While the heiress had not been present for the death of Empyrea, she had found her lifeless body. It was surprising to know that the younger girl had been present at the time of her death, to witness their parents ending the life of a traitor. You aren't dying. You just have a cut, you'll be fine. Words would seek to reassure the pup, despite how funny she found the situation. You would be bleeding a lot more if you were dying. She would comment dryly. Tears would fill her sisters eyes, threading to spill over and wet her cheeks. Leaning down she would press and cool nose to her sisters cheek, a small token of affection towards the girl.
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