Paramort
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- Sep 9, 2014
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Re: Those Who Dream (Zilrax, Paramort, and Rathuris)
Ceri had enjoyed her time with the three women, slowly opening up more and more about her past. Despite having only met a few days ago, they were growing on Ceri more than anyone had in a long time. She would find herself opening up more and more. The normally lonely kitsune would find herself confronting ordeals she'd buried down deep, sharing some of the painful experiences she'd suffered at the hands of most people she'd trusted at one point or another. The loneliness of being the youngest kit in a litter of nine.
Little by little, she found herself trusting her traveling companions, despite the nagging voice in her head telling her that she was simply repeating history. She didn't think that history would repeat itself. She didn't want history to repeat itself. Not when she had found folk that she was willing to curl up next to at night without fear of being kidnapped or sold as a sex slave.
Even though she normally detested children and babies in general, she couldn't help but feel affection for the twins Nireniel brought into the world, and she found herself sad to see them go. At the very least, they could see their mother still. Ceri would be reminded of her own family at times, but the melancholy could easily be remedied by resting her head in Naia's bosom.
Ceri had enjoyed her time with the three women, slowly opening up more and more about her past. Despite having only met a few days ago, they were growing on Ceri more than anyone had in a long time. She would find herself opening up more and more. The normally lonely kitsune would find herself confronting ordeals she'd buried down deep, sharing some of the painful experiences she'd suffered at the hands of most people she'd trusted at one point or another. The loneliness of being the youngest kit in a litter of nine.
Little by little, she found herself trusting her traveling companions, despite the nagging voice in her head telling her that she was simply repeating history. She didn't think that history would repeat itself. She didn't want history to repeat itself. Not when she had found folk that she was willing to curl up next to at night without fear of being kidnapped or sold as a sex slave.
Even though she normally detested children and babies in general, she couldn't help but feel affection for the twins Nireniel brought into the world, and she found herself sad to see them go. At the very least, they could see their mother still. Ceri would be reminded of her own family at times, but the melancholy could easily be remedied by resting her head in Naia's bosom.