08-21-2018, 01:37 AM
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Cleo. Faint was the bubble of joy which rose within them, fading in mere seconds, but enough it curled their lips, smile little more than a ghost. Slowly as they neared Aita chose to stand by their sister, leaning close to gently press their nose to her cheek, before attention shifted to the strangers before them. Already undersized the wildcat was a giant before them, though there seemed no fear for what towered above them was but a minuscule thing to some they called family, and so there was nothing in dark eyes or features but curiosity. “Aita Roux,” voice rose into a volume that scratched and burned, throat sore for it seemed they were forced to scream quite a bit in these past few days, seeking to be heard, thinking better of uttering the second part of their last name. If the one who gave it to them cared not for her children and the one they knew saw nothing in them so be it, they were no family of theirs.
Cleo. Faint was the bubble of joy which rose within them, fading in mere seconds, but enough it curled their lips, smile little more than a ghost. Slowly as they neared Aita chose to stand by their sister, leaning close to gently press their nose to her cheek, before attention shifted to the strangers before them. Already undersized the wildcat was a giant before them, though there seemed no fear for what towered above them was but a minuscule thing to some they called family, and so there was nothing in dark eyes or features but curiosity. “Aita Roux,” voice rose into a volume that scratched and burned, throat sore for it seemed they were forced to scream quite a bit in these past few days, seeking to be heard, thinking better of uttering the second part of their last name. If the one who gave it to them cared not for her children and the one they knew saw nothing in them so be it, they were no family of theirs.