09-11-2020, 11:26 AM
Thunder and lightning was never a bad thing to the female. Storms were just as natural as sunlight, and perhaps she was a little biased, but she thought the rumbling a good sign. The world was powerful, and it was only a reminder every time they saw the sparks light up the sky. However, destruction of personal property always stung - she would know, having lived through the hurricane, volcanic eruption, and the meteor strike. When she sees that it was Rosemary's home, specifically, that was destroyed, the female would wonder once more if she'd done something to upset the Gods. Her lungs still hurt from the day they'd been squeezed dry.
"We could build a bigger, better one," the female would offer softly. The tone is optimistic, much more so than heard from the female in a while - aside from perhaps around her children, where she still would do her best to show them a glass half full version of the world. Perhaps Harlow's presence is what made this come on, or simply a childhood nostalgia she'd always feel whenever seeing her aunts that came and went. Either way, she would feed off the brief feeling. The brief, little tiny bit of relief. "Gettin' some sun won' be so bad, though, promise." The tigress teases lightly. This would certainly give the female an excuse to be out and about some more, as much as it was shit she lost her home.
"We could build a bigger, better one," the female would offer softly. The tone is optimistic, much more so than heard from the female in a while - aside from perhaps around her children, where she still would do her best to show them a glass half full version of the world. Perhaps Harlow's presence is what made this come on, or simply a childhood nostalgia she'd always feel whenever seeing her aunts that came and went. Either way, she would feed off the brief feeling. The brief, little tiny bit of relief. "Gettin' some sun won' be so bad, though, promise." The tigress teases lightly. This would certainly give the female an excuse to be out and about some more, as much as it was shit she lost her home.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.