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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
Keona's memories of her mother were... Faint. Virtually nonexistent, though she held onto what she had. A voice. What little else she recalled came more from her father than her, considering how young she had been when she died. She even knew her language... But once again, that was mostly thanks to her father.
Of course, the dire wolf didn't even really know about mother's day. Only heard from passing conversations it had been coming up. It sounded like a nice concept, she supposed. To honor one's mother. So long as the mother was... A good mother, but in the case of Vayne's, the fae had no doubt of that.
So she joined Lumia in silence, smiling softly. She hardly wanted to interrupt the nice family time.
[/td][/tr][/table]Of course, the dire wolf didn't even really know about mother's day. Only heard from passing conversations it had been coming up. It sounded like a nice concept, she supposed. To honor one's mother. So long as the mother was... A good mother, but in the case of Vayne's, the fae had no doubt of that.
So she joined Lumia in silence, smiling softly. She hardly wanted to interrupt the nice family time.
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