@felltactic || Starter Call
Robin
It seems as though with every passing day, her daughter’s features manifest into something so terrifyingly close to her own-- to the point where the sage almost fears looking at Robin for too long, in fear of seeing herself in the girl. The thought sends the mother’s blood running cold, to think that she might one day make the same mistakes-- to run away from everything in hopes of keeping someone safe, only to lose all but one thing dear to her heart. Each time brown eyes fall upon the other’s own, Naeva cannot help but silently pray that Robin will be so much smarter than that; much more capable of making sensible decisions, rather than being seized by her own fear. Unfortunately, it seems as though time can only tell if that is the case-- if the woman’s own stupidly bleeding heart has been passed on to this child of hers as well.
“...Forgive me, my darling. I did not mean to intrude,”
Her voice is soft, barely above that of a mumble, as she speaks, feeling obligated to apologise before any other words could be said. Despite that, those usual, warm tones still manage to weave their way into the mother’s words-- ones she has long used to address her kin, regardless of the situation.
“I was just... curious to know whether you would be interested in speaking with me for a moment.”
