Phoenix Maplewood Returning to you

Oh this is so interestingggggg!! :O

Valette was curled up by her mother's grave. Yet because she was just resting there with her eyes closed she instantly heard a brief whisper. The girl snapped her eyes open, showing off the hazel green irises. She instantly saw the multicolored traitor. The girl instantly flattened her ears. She let out a soft huff in response, not the good kind. She remembered him well, how he tricked her and how it somehow wasn't his fault. She wondered who she was seeing now, Sheo or Cicero.

The girl had indeed grown, no gangly teenager anymore but an elegantly shaped female form. Just like her mother, only taller and longer legs. She was still a bit sunken in from the famine and her travels now, but nothing that would be a big concern. "Who are you this time?," she let out to him. She didn't want him here. This was her mother's resting place, though she was unaware that her mother always had liked the polite Cicero.