February 07, 2024, 08:50 PM
her heart is first-snow. a small smile touches maggak's muzzle.
she was not sure if she wanted to know. did she need to? around her were the powerful faces of the villages, the tongue passed down from mother to daughter; songs sung by many voices long before she had been born. they were what mattered. her father could be hiding among them, or he could exist in a world far beyond her reach.
i get it from you,she presses, face now gently buried in the ruff of porcelain shoulder.
or maybe i get it from him. maybe if i meet him, i will find out.
she was not sure if she wanted to know. did she need to? around her were the powerful faces of the villages, the tongue passed down from mother to daughter; songs sung by many voices long before she had been born. they were what mattered. her father could be hiding among them, or he could exist in a world far beyond her reach.
when i grow up, do you think i will be a good protector?
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RE: touch - by Maggak - February 07, 2024, 08:50 PM