01-04-2019, 04:41 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]He chuckled softly, shaking his head, eyes warm, unused to praise but unwilling to argue with her. Perhaps she felt alone in her world of strange words and spells. But other matters rested ahead and he found it hard to remain smiling, stomach twisting as something akin to panic registered in her eyes.
He pressed his paws into the grass, restlessly, antsy. "Just a few thoughts. I cannot tell you if I am certain because I have not regained the ability to see your aura or soul." An unfortunate matter, if any, for it would solve this issue rather simply. "... You weren't born, Kiira, you were created." A soft breath. Gods, please don't hate me for this. "I knew by who too; her name was Cynthia." She hated me... So much.
"... She didn't want to hold onto... Feelings essentially, so she split her soul in two. It was, I dunno, magic or a deal with one of the deities she spoke to other than myself... All I know is it worked and you were the result. But there are consequences..."
"I'm sorry."
He pressed his paws into the grass, restlessly, antsy. "Just a few thoughts. I cannot tell you if I am certain because I have not regained the ability to see your aura or soul." An unfortunate matter, if any, for it would solve this issue rather simply. "... You weren't born, Kiira, you were created." A soft breath. Gods, please don't hate me for this. "I knew by who too; her name was Cynthia." She hated me... So much.
"... She didn't want to hold onto... Feelings essentially, so she split her soul in two. It was, I dunno, magic or a deal with one of the deities she spoke to other than myself... All I know is it worked and you were the result. But there are consequences..."
"I'm sorry."
PLEASE JUST DON'T GIVE UP ON ME
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