Perhaps it was fated for me to trip on you, sweet Ellis.
[ The stroking over Ellis’ fur seems more rhythmic now, as if she’s trying to comfort herself more than anything else. She does not know what to do in this situation, not when she is face to face with someone who might somehow be able to understand her. Lauralae does not even know how to begin to introduce her own heritage, a foolish girl with no parents and blood on her hands.
Instead she swallows, eyes flicking down and away as if ashamed. She isn’t, not of her nature, not really, but it is still hard for her. Hating herself is dangerous. She is afraid. ]
no subject
[ The stroking over Ellis’ fur seems more rhythmic now, as if she’s trying to comfort herself more than anything else. She does not know what to do in this situation, not when she is face to face with someone who might somehow be able to understand her. Lauralae does not even know how to begin to introduce her own heritage, a foolish girl with no parents and blood on her hands.
Instead she swallows, eyes flicking down and away as if ashamed. She isn’t, not of her nature, not really, but it is still hard for her. Hating herself is dangerous. She is afraid. ]
Kin finds kin.