Feb 19, 2023
@wahrsagung asked for a thread near the seaside, at dawn... the world is never as beautiful as when the sun plunges toward the water, in quite the same fashion as a baby bird would search back for its nest after its first trip in the horizon. it is a peaceful atmosphere, rendered more perfect by the rituel they abide by : tsireya sitting cross-legged in front of her mother, while ronal's fingers find knots in her daughter's mane. "what do you think of the…" invaders is not quite the word she should use, so she keeps it beneath her tongue for a moment, "strangers." there, a more polite approach to the storm they have been brewing up. "are you making friends?"