I hope your apple pie was freaking worth it

He would appear soon enough, and it was all it took for the violet babe to burst into renewed tears. She'd missed him so much! Was Bacchus bigger now? Probably, though he was pretty big to start with. A soft sniffle and hiccups would accompany her tumultuous smile. Bacchus was here, he would know what to do, right? As he drew closer, it was evident that he was worried. She must really look terrible then. Abby sure felt terrible, like her tummy was gonna turn into a black hole soon and suck all of her into it so the hunger would go away. He offered a whine of consolation, curling up around her oh so delicate body and offering a gentle nuzzle into the rough fur of her neck. He asked what was wrong, though her body shook so much she found it hard to get out the words. What had happened? She wasn't exactly sure on the details, but it was clear- mama was dead. She wasn't gonna be here to take care of her or Milli no more.

Another series of sniffles could be felt through the entirety of her quaking frame, mismatched optics blinking wildly as she tried to get the tears out of her eyes. She didn't like the blurriness her vision had become, and part of her was still deeply curious to find out what the mangroves looked like during the light of day. Pretty, but the sight seemed to fall far from her hopes. Like food turned to ashes on her tongue. She just couldn't enjoy the sight. Resting her shoulder against that of her friend, she buried her cheek in the much softer fur of his ruff. Her throat was tight with her misery, rough as sandpaper with thirst. Words couldn't even reach her tongue for a few moments. Finally, a soft set of high melodies would finally announce the horror she'd witnessed a few days past. "Ma- mama is.. my mama, she's- she's dead, Bacchus!" Wailed the lavender child, body shivering with something that was not cold. "Mommy, she- she did somefin' to her! I- I 'unno what, but- but Bacchus, it was real bad!" She whimpered, vocals hoarse now. All she wanted to do was curl up in a hole, and maybe she would wake up back at home, and this would all turn out to be a real awful nightmare.

Horror gripped her, as it all came tumbling back into her mind. Optics would fix on something just out of sight, wide and unblinking. "She was cold, Bacchus. I thought she fainted, maybe. When mommy was gone, I went to wake her up." Plaintive voice would turn quiet as the grave. "Why did mommy do that? Mama never did nothin' wrong, and... she was just layin' there. Her eyes w- was closed, and she looked just like she was sleepin'. But, when I tried to wake her up, she didn't even move! She didn't feel right, even her fur was cold." Murmured the girl, sniffling a few times. Further would she press her form into the warm side of her friend, the image burned into her mind as clear as if she'd just seen Desiree's fallen features. Was Milli dead too? Or was she okay, and safe?

"What am I gonna do, Bacchus? I don't have any momma's left, and I don't know where to go.." Anxious vocals would whimper, desperately searching her friend's ruby optics for some sign that he knew what to do. He had to, she had no one else. Except Aunty Cat, but she hadn't seen Aunty Cat for a while now. Uncle Ky, maybe. But she wanted to see if Bacchus would help her, first. Bacchus was nice, and he wasn't so scary, like her aunty and uncle.