Blackfeather Woods Smells like teen spirit

Kendra's excitement faded a bit when Damien mentioned her mother. Her tail sagged a bit. The girl did not know how much she looked like her mother, even though she was growing more and more into her mother's curves and height. Only the eyes betrayed differently. The young girl smiled sadly at Damien and shrugged. "I wouldn't know if that is true," she admitted. Her father didn't talk much about her mother, and well, she sounded like a goddess.

"I don't think he would be. He was self absorbed like you. He loved me, that I know, but he thought plants were stupid. This might have changed his mind though," she spoke her thoughts out loud. Kendra usually spoke what came to her mind. She looked at her brother, though she was more than happy he was spending time with her.