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Amplify Your Growth With Attitude, Expertise and Drive
Your Success Is Defined By Your Emotional Intelligence (HINT: Know Your Audience)
"Mother, mother! Do you know why the skies are so blue?"
SEND ME ANONS AS MY MUSE’S CHILD. BONUS POINTS IF YOU LIST THE FATHER.
“Because Naga shed many tears from her place in the sky, and the sky was colored in the most lovely blue you can imagine: that we now look upon in the sky today.Or so, I believe. But one day, I want you to tell me your reason for why the sky is blue, promise me?It’s important to seek your own answers and stories.”
the tiniest little blonde girl skittered through the winding corridors of their home to find her elegant mother in the main entrance, a tiny pout over her lips as she tugged lightly against her dress "Mama." her eyes were bright, blinking shyly as she gave a tiny turn "...I fell in the garden." her lips pursed, turning with a tiny frown as mud smudged all up her backside. Ever the cluts, it would seem.
SEND ME ANONS AS MY MUSE’S CHILD. BONUS POINTS IF YOU LIST THE FATHER.
“What have we here?” Her voice as ever, is achingly gentle, ignoring the sludge that seems to have stained the dress her child loved so dearly. She sees only eyes on the verge of spilling, a trembling lip so much like her own, and she sees so many resemblances that it’s enough to make her smile. That she could be so blessed to be a Mother..To live in a semblance of a normal woman’s life — a person’s life.
Setting her into her arms, much the way she would cradle a babe, she plants a kiss atop her curls, so like her own."Fret not, sweet one. We’ll have your dress cleaned immediately and Mama will have your favorite tea and cakes ready for you after such a very long adventure. Perhaps we can discuss a time when Mama is free that she might accompany you in one. And I will tell you a secret…"
She pressed her lips to her ear.
"Mama loved to splash in many mud puddles as a child."
hey mama? who's that lady daddy was talking to? she's really pretty. she looks like a princess. just like me, 'cept she's older! i think daddy thought she was pretty too.
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“That would be one of our acquaintances, my little one.You see…Daddy likes to talk to all the pretty women,and each time he does, you come to your Mother, so she might…talk with him. Remind him that your Mother isstill the prettiest, as he..can have a rather short attention span.Now...where did he go?”
And by talking, 'gently' pinching him by the ear with the utmost discreetness that only a ruler of her caliber could display.
Oh, husband you will never learn.
ey yo mom, i gots some bad news 'n' some good news, bad news is that one of your statues got ruined in, uh, some sorta accident, but on the plus side now we've got this neato bust of you 'n' it's ready to go wherever you want it
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A soft sigh, half-exasperated, even if her smile remains, pretty and pink.
“Oh, darling one, you ought to be more careful with such things. Statues are inconsequential to me. I appreciate my people’s love, but they are not worth your safety in any circumstance. “
A pause, and a rather slow blink."This is the third bust they’ve made in a week. Perhaps we suggest that they make you a bust.The idea of all these heads of me about the castledoes make me a bit uncomfortable….”
Her smile turns impish.
"But we mustn't tell anyone."
Clothes! (u can pick either outfit, the god one is real pretty)
SEND ME THE WORD “CLOTHES” AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT HOW MY CHARACTER FEELS DRESSED AS YOURS!
“The first reminds me of the militaristic style of my brother Chrom’s, the second —- well, I cannot put a name to it. The fabric is lovely, and it almost seems to glimmer. I feel humbled wearing it. The hair-pieces compliment the gold and whites of your apparel beautifully, although…I’m not certain if I wish for my hair to remain white. ”