Seaside Moors you will remember me

Wasn’t that just like a mother to come snooping in their kids life trying to find out what’s up?
 
Regin’s sidelong stare was aimed toward the ground at Rosalyn’s paws instead of her mother’s face. She didn’t really wanna do the whole look-you-in-the-eye bit and pour her heart out. It wasn’t something she felt was really up her alley. At least, in her moody teen stage she felt like she was entitled to a little bit of privacy. Moreover, she was tired of being moved around while the world seemed to be drowning.
 
“I wanna be closer to the beach,” she said, feeling the words carried a hair too much bitterness with it but it conveyed the message nevertheless. Regin felt restless and she didn’t know what to do with herself.