08-27-2020, 10:07 AM
we got no money, but we got heart ▸ ▸ ▸
ALIA CIPHER-VANTAS
THE TYPHOON
MINNOW
[[ this is my first mobile post in a while so forgive any mistakes or spelling errors lol ]]
When the child had been born she knew not what her mother would be like to her children. Though most would call it cold and uncaring in some aspects, it was all Alia knew.
Aphra did not like being called mom or mommy, so Alia had stuck with calling her mother or by the adults name depending on the day, though she was under the assumption she got a tiny bit more leeway than her two other siblings in the regards of little things like that, though it couldn’t be proven. What Alia did know was that her mother had raised them until they were able to go off on their own, though didn’t throw them to the wolves, and she had named them and allowed them to still live with her, at least for the time being.
Walking around the camp the three month old was confused by the sites she saw, watching the other parents lovingly speak to their children and walking them around, playing with them. It confused the young bengal mix, but she’d simply shake her head to clear her thoughts for now. She came here to do something after all.
“H-hello?” Alia would call out, ears pinning to her head and tail flicking awkwardly in slight anxiousness, “My name’s Alia... did anyone here wanna be my friend?” Would her mother likely hate this display? Yes. Did Alia care? No, she was a child.
When the child had been born she knew not what her mother would be like to her children. Though most would call it cold and uncaring in some aspects, it was all Alia knew.
Aphra did not like being called mom or mommy, so Alia had stuck with calling her mother or by the adults name depending on the day, though she was under the assumption she got a tiny bit more leeway than her two other siblings in the regards of little things like that, though it couldn’t be proven. What Alia did know was that her mother had raised them until they were able to go off on their own, though didn’t throw them to the wolves, and she had named them and allowed them to still live with her, at least for the time being.
Walking around the camp the three month old was confused by the sites she saw, watching the other parents lovingly speak to their children and walking them around, playing with them. It confused the young bengal mix, but she’d simply shake her head to clear her thoughts for now. She came here to do something after all.
“H-hello?” Alia would call out, ears pinning to her head and tail flicking awkwardly in slight anxiousness, “My name’s Alia... did anyone here wanna be my friend?” Would her mother likely hate this display? Yes. Did Alia care? No, she was a child.
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