Jun 7, 2019
{ @progcnitrix }
Stepping into the room as daintily as possible, Mymble tries to think how she’s to start this conversation. It’s a bit strange, talking to her Mother about this, but she’s having a bit of a crisis, here. Besides that, she’s rather curious.
“Mamma?” She finally says, trying to get her Mother’s attention.
She opens her mouth to continue speaking, but gets stuck. Once, twice, and finally on the third try, she’s able to get her words out.
“How do you know if you’re really, truly in love?” Mymble asks, finally, in a voice that is small and somehow both soft and squeaky. Her cheeks have gone rather pink, and she fiddles with her skirt a bit, feeling embarrassed.