you were the one

Guess the fate of her face is gonna have to wait :(

Sometimes, Chrysanthemum worried whether she had been as tender with her natural parents. Squinting, so as to eschew the dread, she burrowed herself further into Nerian. As was common, the herbalist taunted her nose with scents of; spice, earth and, Ragnar . Withdrawing herself as the revelation took its course, she had begun to form the question when Nerian mentioned it first.

Change -the word tore her heart to pieces. What was ever so wrong with yesterday, she wondered as her littered chest quivered and quaked. Change, had taken her from Poet Vale. Change, had given Bughuul the notion to wound her. Change, had now -now it had come for Nerian. On the outside of her ruination the nurse was going on about something but whatever it was ended without answer. Shaking her head as she took a few steps backwards, her paw landed somewhat poignantly upon a plant as she demanded, "but what about me." She wanted to say more. She wanted to make the doom that was settling go away, but she couldn't. She could only stand there choking on her emotions.