01-19-2021, 01:01 PM
Lucy hadn't had to deal with harsh childhoods and the possibility (or fact, in Riftweaver's case) that she wasn't one whole person but rather half of a soul. She was just her, a whole Silver Mau. But she was an empath and wanted to help when others were hurting, even if she wasn't friends with them.
Her quiet walk from her hut was cut short when she heard the screeching, an alarmed gasp erupting from her as she trotted toward the source, a little possum that Riftweaver had encountered. Relief washed over her and she smiled toward Vayne. [color=#093044]"That's a little possum. It's not hurt, I think, It's probably just a little scared." She returned her gaze toward the small creature that was tucked into Rift's fur and she held back a chuckle.
Her quiet walk from her hut was cut short when she heard the screeching, an alarmed gasp erupting from her as she trotted toward the source, a little possum that Riftweaver had encountered. Relief washed over her and she smiled toward Vayne. [color=#093044]"That's a little possum. It's not hurt, I think, It's probably just a little scared." She returned her gaze toward the small creature that was tucked into Rift's fur and she held back a chuckle.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗