lord, have mercy [watching the fire]

[Seven]

MY PATIENCE IS WANING-
[i]IS THIS ENTERTAINING??

The reagent padded nearby, halting as she felt the heat from the fire. tail swaying, she picked up on the conversation. And as much as she despised walking close to fires she could not see, she padded closer. [b]"i suppose the only thing one can do is grieve. we can hope and wish our family to return, but often they do not. grieve, talk to something that they had, or... their graves, in the instance of your mothers." she hummed, eyes closing.

"I think ares grieves, still. Wherever she went. I have much to ask her, apparently mom helped her." she sighed, rubbing her maw with a large paw at the memory of Moth.

#psy.