Qeya River a dollar for your future... a dollar for your fate.

wren wanted to laugh at her son's insistence, her heart fluttering at the sound of her wife's tongue being mirrored in their baby boy. he was so brave, so proud of his home!
and he wasn't wrong, either. the rangy girl drones on about something that, frankly, was not the business of the prima, nor did she find herself willing to care about it.
take your freaky schizo shit elsewhere, you're scaring my goddamn kid, she stands resolute beside her boy, flashing her teeth with a flicker of unfurled tongue. you're gonna regret it if you come any closer.