true mouthpiece [mtg]

*Hemera* · (This post was last modified: 02-08-2015, 03:09 PM by Hemera.)

Hemera was late, having lost contact with her family. But of course, she had came and sat beside her brother at the wrong time. Her second mother......Dying? No. It couldn't be true. Her blue gaze wide and watering with tears, she spoke. "Mom? Please forgive me for not being here. I....." The brown female's voice was surprisingly quiet, breaking in some places. She moved forward, glancing at the new leader. But mainly, she watched her mother's form. She stopped where she was at, her blue gaze closing for a moment as she fought the tears. With a soft whimper, she vowed to spend time with her stepmother whenever she could.

With a soft sigh, she spoke again, her words coming out too fast. "Are you sure there isn't a cure? Maybe there's more than one herb. Maybe you won't die." The female was trying to calm herself down, really. She knew her adopted mother well enough.

"Hear Me Talk,"

'Read My Thoughts.'

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