03-15-2019, 07:14 PM
Lunafreya N.F.
"I WILL COME ALIVE UNDER YOUR BREWING STORM."
Children.
Oh how Lunafreya missed both of her children, Pele and Sylvia (who was named after Luna's deceased mother). Pele hated her guts, because she'd disappeared for a few weeks & Sylvia had disappeared suddenly. As for their father, Luna couldn't really remember the last time she'd seen him. A heavy guilt still hung over the winged-female's head every time she thought of her two daughters. Wherever they were, she prayed that they were safe and sound and living their lives as best as they possibly could.
Approaching the scene, right after Leroy had, Lunafreya glanced down at the young female with a look of concern. The poor thing was alone. It reminded Luna of her own childhood. Her mother had been murdered without any mercy, her father had never been present in her life ever and her brother had joined the army that had killed their mother. Softly, the winged-female decided to speak to Florence.
"Hello, little one." She greeted. "If you happen to need a place to rest, you can come with me. I don't have a very big place, but there's enough space for the both of us." The female decided to offer, still glancing downward at the small feline, though her look of concern had changed to a friendly look in her sky-blue irises.
Oh how Lunafreya missed both of her children, Pele and Sylvia (who was named after Luna's deceased mother). Pele hated her guts, because she'd disappeared for a few weeks & Sylvia had disappeared suddenly. As for their father, Luna couldn't really remember the last time she'd seen him. A heavy guilt still hung over the winged-female's head every time she thought of her two daughters. Wherever they were, she prayed that they were safe and sound and living their lives as best as they possibly could.
Approaching the scene, right after Leroy had, Lunafreya glanced down at the young female with a look of concern. The poor thing was alone. It reminded Luna of her own childhood. Her mother had been murdered without any mercy, her father had never been present in her life ever and her brother had joined the army that had killed their mother. Softly, the winged-female decided to speak to Florence.
"Hello, little one." She greeted. "If you happen to need a place to rest, you can come with me. I don't have a very big place, but there's enough space for the both of us." The female decided to offer, still glancing downward at the small feline, though her look of concern had changed to a friendly look in her sky-blue irises.