Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

A small furrow appeared in between Totoro’s eyes when they saw the way Marie’s face shifted at the question. They sipped in a breath and held it as they waited for their new friend to reveal what manner of pain they had unwittingly unearthed. When they released it a moment or two later, there were also tears pricking the corners of their eyes.

I cannot imagine… they said quietly, thinking of how bereft they would feel if anything ever happened to Sugar. I left The Coven as a yearling, though often I go back to visit my mother and the witches. I know one day she will not be there to receive me, though I try not to think of it. I am so sorry for your loss, Marie.

They ventured to reach out a paw and gently place it over hers, just for a moment. Totoro then withdrew it and sat pensively for a moment, the furrow on their forehead deepening. Then their face relaxed a bit and their blue eyes sought Mireille’s green gaze.

You will do your mother a great honor in following in her footsteps, I think. They paused, a hesitance to their whole demeanor before they asked, And what about your other mother?