[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind Upset. She supposes she expected nothing less, but it still hurts to hear it, empathy for her adopted charge tugging at her heart. At least it does not sound as though she blames the Sword for what happened: a welcome relief, and not a surprise, given her own adamant belief that Deimos bears no guilt for this latest tragedy. Sighing softly, the Shield walks back toward where the hellhound works, still standing with the mint between her hands. "I should talk to her." Absently she plucks a leaf from the young plant, rolling fingers over it to bring out the aroma. "Not that- I'm sure you-" With another sigh the girl settles back onto her knees, pressing fingers into soft earth to dig a hole of her own. "My mother and I never... we weren't close, when she died. I know how hard it can be, I guess." Glancing back at Deimos from beneath a curtain of golden hair, the Shield adds in a softer voice. "If... if she wants to see me. Do you think she will?" the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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