03-27-2021, 08:01 PM
But the sound of the voice, the emotion behind it - it spurred her. Whoever spoke sounded sad - about to cry. So she moved on to it. Hobbled over with haste. But she snorted, hearing the words. 'Pretty Mother', hah! "Who calls their mom Pretty Mother!? Make's no..." She fell silent. She approached the stranger, who was no stranger. Sharp memory helped her piece it together. But where were her wings? What happened to her arm?
She couldn't say anything, just stared wide-eyed at her sister. Hell, she was taller than her older sister.
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗