Stone Circle öðruvísi

she always tired too quickly, too easily.

hardly ever able to keep up with her own breathing. and she cursed herself once more. her body unable to support itself! all the more shame swept over her. only she could cry no more about it.

resorted to raspy breaths as her mother consoled her.

a kiss on her face. a look exchanged between sad blue eyes and eyes of spring, of life. she felt ashamed. almost positive that her hurt had hurt her mother. for she thought herself ugly and she had come from the very woman. how unkind she had been to her mother, with the unkindness to herself.

please. she sniffled, tired. wet upon her face and paws.

she would follow her mother anywhere.