Lost Child
08-11-2015, 07:29 AM
Marina would turn her head towards the child that spoke up, her tone excited. Sora. It was a pretty name for the young one, and questions would begin to fly from her mouth. Marina would find herself smilingly brightly, glad for the compliment. “Why thank you Sora. I’m Marina Agatsuma. I like your coat as well -- the patterns are quite nice.” The female would come to a stop, kneeling down so that she was more on level with the youngster. Her belly too would touch the ground, and she was mindful of how much pressure she put upon it. “Where are your parents Sora? Aren’t you a little young to be adventuring on your own?” |
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