Stone Circle It hurt you

Inkeri's own tail wagged in happiness. Though a soft sadness blossomed in her chest at the thought of Anja.

Anja was paler than me. Me. But she had silver here and here. Here.

Inkeri pointed out the spots of silver on her daughters nape and spine.

She had one red patch, vibrant over her eye. Eye. And they were so pretty. Pretty. Two colors. Colors. Silver on the outside. Outside. Mine on the inside. Inside.

Inkeri smiled sadly. Perhaps I didn't. Didn't. But i missed you. You.

A serene expression. I love rivers. Rivers. And mountains seem so large. Large.