07-26-2018, 12:37 PM
Okay, it was no secret: Alianna doted on her mother. Whenever the girl had nothing to do (which was a few moments of most days), or rather, she didn't want to do anything at the present moment, she usually went seeking her mother. Of course, Eliora was usually busy doing things for Morgan Heights, but Annie liked to think- no, she knew- that being together with her mother made them both happy. Skipping cheerfully through the grounds of Morgan Heights, her blue sundress swaying with her little hops, it wasn't long before she saw her mother's beautiful figure sitting nearby in the courtyard.
Annie liked to attribute her mother to a summer's day. The warmth of the sunlight, the brightness of the sun, yet all the sweetness of the summer flowers and birds. Of course, her mother wasn't all that delicate and bolstered the sweltering heat and seriousness of the summer itself, but it was her mother. Her mother, in her mind, was perfect. After all, why shouldn't she be? She recognized the familiar dressing choice of her mother and the familiarity of her hair and the way in which she held herself, turning her path quickly to step up behind the bench that Eliora had settled herself at.
With little warning, Annie reached out to drape her arms around her mother, pressing her left cheek to her mother's own as she hugged her from behind. "Hi mama! What are you doing?" she would chime suddenly as her gaze traveled down to the two drawings that her mother was seemingly mulling over, her gaze flickering from the paper to the courtyard and buildings in front of them as the similarity became apparent. "Going to build something?" she continued, looking at the papers a moment longer before she stretched out a hand to tap the first one- the open air concept- with her fingertips, "I like that one."
//oof this is bad sorry
Annie liked to attribute her mother to a summer's day. The warmth of the sunlight, the brightness of the sun, yet all the sweetness of the summer flowers and birds. Of course, her mother wasn't all that delicate and bolstered the sweltering heat and seriousness of the summer itself, but it was her mother. Her mother, in her mind, was perfect. After all, why shouldn't she be? She recognized the familiar dressing choice of her mother and the familiarity of her hair and the way in which she held herself, turning her path quickly to step up behind the bench that Eliora had settled herself at.
With little warning, Annie reached out to drape her arms around her mother, pressing her left cheek to her mother's own as she hugged her from behind. "Hi mama! What are you doing?" she would chime suddenly as her gaze traveled down to the two drawings that her mother was seemingly mulling over, her gaze flickering from the paper to the courtyard and buildings in front of them as the similarity became apparent. "Going to build something?" she continued, looking at the papers a moment longer before she stretched out a hand to tap the first one- the open air concept- with her fingertips, "I like that one."
//oof this is bad sorry
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