Kintla Flatlands i died a hundred times

[size=small][/size][size=x-small]I give a shit a very big one and so does blue even if she's been up her own ass lately[/size]

Blue had noticed something was wrong with her foster daughter for some time, but everytime she wanted to ask about it, she was gone off on an adventure. Or Blue got busy, but she should have made the time for her. She should have made sure she was taken care of and happy, she should have taught her more, helped her more everything more. She couldn't love her more than she already did, because that was unencompassing and it was with her whole being, but she could have shown her more.

Blue tilted her head Ah you know of my plans is that what is wrong? I had wanted to tell you myself I just haven't had the time with Finley's getting hurt and the plateau needing me. But I had never fought to keep that from you and as far as I am concerned Amelie I will not be I already have been. You are my daughter in all ways that matter even if you don't feel that way. To me it is truth.

Blue shifted her weight and strode towards her daughter of the heart, and if she would allow she'd give her a wolfish hug. Make her feel better, cause lord knew if she felt half as bad as blue felt right about now, she was feeling absolutely, terribly and without a doubt terrible and nauseous. Blue felt like the worlds biggest cad, and she felt like she had ripped out her own heart and force fed it to herself and it lay in tatters. She hadn't meant to hurt Amelie so badly, but she had been unsure what to do, wanting to give her her space, because it was what she thought she needed. Blue would never make that mistake again.