if you change your mind || o + introduction

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MARGAET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]leaning down to nuzzle her in a tender manner, she would give a gentle grin, "sometimes they run, sometimes they'll chase and sometimes they'll stand still, little one", she murmured softly in answer, watching the scene with a warm amusement. she could barely remember her own days of youth, though she could recall moments like this with her littermates. there was nothing to be ashamed of, for being scared, there was always something that scared someone, even the most stony of adults. watching her speak and move, she was hit by the realization that she was her daughter, a marvel that surprised her every day. how could she have given life to such a sweet soul? how could something this sweet and tender come of one as sour and coarse as she? shaking her head softly, the mother could only gaze after her daughter with intense maternal affection.

chuckling softly as she listened, her mind drifting to memories of her first litter with her husband, so very long ago. their son would be the age to have started his own family, the poor child that he had been to see his mother fall at his grandfathers hands. shaking her head, she looked to the jagged scar running onto her underbelly from her flank with a dark look before exhaling and refocusing to the conversation. "well, when baalal talks to us about giving you a mentor, why don't you ask them for a mentor that knows a bit more about herbs darling?", she would murmur, having remained silent for the majority of the conversation. she had been teaching her daughter how to identify which plants and herbs were edible, that could be eaten, and the ones that would kill or seriously harm the one who tries to eat them.

#psychosocial.