One Mother to Another // Andromeda & Walburga
She hadn’t expected to run into a forgotten memory that day. If she had, she would have worn a more extravagant outfit, not the dress she had already worn out to a few different functions. She would have worn the new emerald green number she got custom-made, not this simple black dress with the sash and lace around the neckline. She would have worn something much more impressive and intimidating, even if she was just out in order to order some things for the latest event she and Druella were throwing.
At first she didn’t notice the girl, not until she ran in front of her chasing some feather that had gotten away from her. In Walburga’s haste, she almost plowed straight through the young girl. Instead she stopped just in time to watch the girl bend down and pick up her prize, a wide grin on her face. With a disapproving look, Walburga scanned the crowd for the girl’s mother. Parents of the next generation were so careless, letting their children run off in a time of war?
“Who’s child is this?” Walburga called out, her icy stare causing the child to keep from speaking out loud to her, thankfully. She had barely liked her own children child at that age, let alone someone else’s uncontrollable offspring. She raised an eyebrow, looking down her nose at the child once more. “Are you a runaway or have you just wandered too far for your mummy to notice?” Salazar she was probably the product of careless breeding as well as careless parents... and did her hair color just change?
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