[ It was in one of those temples that Lauralae had found her home for the first long part of her life. She had been there with Myr for years upon years, until the worst had happened and the woman she dared call mother in her heart had been killed because of who - what - she was.
With her uncertainty colouring her she does not know what to do or say. Her tongue feels like it is made of fabric and her chest is pained - a kind of anxiety that she’s never had before. Perhaps because the last time she was discovered she was imprisoned. The worst had happened.
It is what happens to her kind. She knows that. ]
Close to ninety. I think. I am not certain when I was born, but I know those years.
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With her uncertainty colouring her she does not know what to do or say. Her tongue feels like it is made of fabric and her chest is pained - a kind of anxiety that she’s never had before. Perhaps because the last time she was discovered she was imprisoned. The worst had happened.
It is what happens to her kind. She knows that. ]
Close to ninety. I think. I am not certain when I was born, but I know those years.