Hoshor Plains junebug, what have you done? [m]

another stranger, though largely unacknowledged, was the first to approach. liliana’s ears rang loudly enough with the reverberating hum of panic that he hardly drew a second glance, until miriam arrived and she returned to herself.

her mother’s voice, her touch, sent liliana scrambling. tail tucked, she wobbled quickly within amma’s reach, each of her heartbeats near visible against her chest. ma, yana whispered, m-ma..

transitory gaze fell upon the stranger for only a moment. he wasn’t the one who had hurt her, but he was still someone else, and that meant danger. liliana scrambled to bury herself in miriam’s fur as she had during her first days, an attempt to hide from the hurt.