when the fir needles fall // return

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RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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that howl meant something, something that she had to see. she knew that voice and all the cracks within it. she knew the owner of the voice, and she couldn't believe it. there was no way that he could be here, right?

her papa said that he was dead, that her mama died when the royal family was attacked and the title of general was passed down to her eldest sibling. she didn't see any bodies, because her papa had stolen her away. she just heard the stories over and over until her papa's group had been attacked and killed.

pushing through the brush of the jungle, ramona raced towards the river and the familiar voice, breaking through the foliage in a desperate looking state. her eyes fell upon fourth and the white hellhound standing before the brindle male gazing at the river. "M-mama ...?", the halfling whispered to the light male, her heart aching as she stepped towards him, half blinded with tears as she approached him slowly until his scent was clear and she moved as quickly as her gangly legs would allow, "Mama!", she called as she attempted to slip to his side and press against the white male who she knew was her parent.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.