Silver Moraine picture i'm a dreamer, i'll take you deeper

methinks it's-- mother.
athalia settles beside the familiar warmth of sobeille, lingering close enough to feel it radiate from her body. she tucks her tail around her hind limbs, resting her head comfortably on the other girl's two-toned paw. a silent gesture of camaraderie, of submission, of weakness.
brother, my brother, he come to bearclaw, the tight knot of hoarseness keeps her voice low. he find me, yeah? yes? he, he-- me not know how find. me think-- i think mother, she come for me. real mother. not mother-spirit.
did any of this make sense? did it matter?
tears glaze the bruingirl's wide eyes as she turns her gaze up towards sobeille yet again, pleading silently for something unreadable.