[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Edgar and Mabel are quite the adorable couple. Sure, the doe is a tad bit neurotic, but Imperia finds the love shared between rabbit and mole is utterly wholesome. Only true love can endure the degradation of the mind. Marguerite, her mother, suffered from a chronic illness. It got worse and worse with every passing month--it was clear to anyone with eyes that Marguerite would not survive much longer. Instead of feeling inspired to make amends with his ailing mate, her father, Pierre, only became more antagonistic. Back then, Peri was still naive enough to hope that the impending death of her mom would make Pierre a more loving husband and father. Perhaps that is why she is particularly enamored with the relationship between Edgar and Mabel--it is one she wishes she could have seen within her parents.
Peri had kept a respectful distance away after meeting up with Moon on his way back to Edgar. She did not wish to frighten the smaller creatures, and made the executive decision to part ways and meet up later. The lovely she-wolf smiles warmly as Moon arrives with doe rabbit in tow. She is already resting comfortably on her stomach, and instead of rising to greet her friend as she normally would, she stay put with intentions of coming off as non-threatening as possible. "I suppose you can add 'freak' to my list of nicknames," she jokes with a faint smile. Her melodious voice is still soft as if afraid of speaking too loudly, but her amusement shines brightly within her sterling eyes. "Bonne chance, mon ami." Anything can go wrong when it comes to healing, especially creatures who do not fully trust those who offer them aid.
Peri had kept a respectful distance away after meeting up with Moon on his way back to Edgar. She did not wish to frighten the smaller creatures, and made the executive decision to part ways and meet up later. The lovely she-wolf smiles warmly as Moon arrives with doe rabbit in tow. She is already resting comfortably on her stomach, and instead of rising to greet her friend as she normally would, she stay put with intentions of coming off as non-threatening as possible. "I suppose you can add 'freak' to my list of nicknames," she jokes with a faint smile. Her melodious voice is still soft as if afraid of speaking too loudly, but her amusement shines brightly within her sterling eyes. "Bonne chance, mon ami." Anything can go wrong when it comes to healing, especially creatures who do not fully trust those who offer them aid.