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Slowly, she blinks. Eyes flickering. Still dull as her hooves shuffled. Head oddly heavy as she turned. Cracked a loose smile, though it remained small. The effort to fake it was escaping her.
Words in explanation rested in her throat, tongue resting beneath her teeth. As Westley offered his own, she fractured. Eyes misty as she stared at the leopard long and hard. Trying to piece him together, not for the first time. Still, he puzzled her. Familiar but... Not. A ghost.
She breathed out softly. They really didn't have to... Mean anything. It was true but... "My- my mother liked them." 'Aren't they pretty, Lottie?' "..."
"They- they are," she murmured. Lovely. But blue. So very blue. "... 'an they... They don't have to but... We call them forget-me-nots because they- they're meant to help us remember." A promise not to forget.
[/td][/tr][/table]Words in explanation rested in her throat, tongue resting beneath her teeth. As Westley offered his own, she fractured. Eyes misty as she stared at the leopard long and hard. Trying to piece him together, not for the first time. Still, he puzzled her. Familiar but... Not. A ghost.
She breathed out softly. They really didn't have to... Mean anything. It was true but... "My- my mother liked them." 'Aren't they pretty, Lottie?' "..."
"They- they are," she murmured. Lovely. But blue. So very blue. "... 'an they... They don't have to but... We call them forget-me-nots because they- they're meant to help us remember." A promise not to forget.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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