Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

No wonder his father had taken her to himself. The softness, the doe-eyed look, the way every inch of her body suddenly spoke the truth of the words that came from her mouth. She was simple and beautiful and despite his entire life being due to what he childlishly blamed on her...he couldn't find it in him to respond with any further venom. "Me too" he said his voice lower ears twitching uncertainly atop his head as he still stared unflinchingly. "Her name is Vanity. She made sure I knew what love and support felt like in a way that suited the life I've lived" he couldn't help it...the words tumbled from deep within. It had to be said...he was taken care of and shown a guiding light despite her absence...and he was okay. "Have you been...okay?" he didn't think he'd ever actually asked someone that before yet it felt right that if she was hungry or ill he would fix it and then move on with his life...but he still sought reason to stay.