Northstar Vale wine drop

she heard the words. for despite all her best efforts, she had not plugged her ears. they were not deaf to the broken voice of her mother. she wished she had sympathy and perhaps she did, beneath all the fear she currently held.

you are like kunosoura. her voice was small within her throat. epoch circles you and papa. her voice — creaked and clenched. twisted and turned. it was a thing she had meant to tell her mother before all of — this.

the sniffle, only just the start.