thinkin' you could live without me - abandoned child

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]"Perhaps she will," Agathe murmured, "Perhaps she won't. It's up to the Fates to decide." The snow leopard did not intend to sound so brutal, so blunt, but her apathy towards children was hard to disregard. It was not her fault that she had been raised in an environment that was not familiar with empathy and the basic foundations of care and compassion- quite the contrary actually. The few children that she had been familiarized with within the Ironbeak clan had been ruthless little shits who hardly cared about what they said or did so long as they survived. That sort of self preservation was an admirable trait and yet, she hardly saw an ounce of it within this kit. Too young, maybe? Or is he just that certain that his mother will come back for him?

Agathe knew that she should try a little tenderness, but it was hard to even entertain the thought of revealing a gentler side to herself to a close friend let alone a child. Instead, she fiddled with a worn corner of her scarlet cloak and decided to introduce herself, "I'm Agathe Ashyver. We should probably begin moving." Not because of any real reason save her own growing boredom. She felt fidgety and uncomfortable, as if there was an excess amount of energy stored in her body that needed out. Idleness did not look good on Agathe. Turning on a heel, she'd glance at the group, not sure what to think about Valkyr's selfless kindness. She chose to altogether ignore it. "Shall we?"