02-15-2010, 12:00 AM
She rubbed the fabric beneath her fingers, tilting her head. She smiled faintly, moving her hand to pet down some of Crii's hair. So worried, this one. Perhaps it would aide her, her cautious nature. Then again, any more most of her children were cautious, with their animosity with the daywalkers and their distinct physical condition concerning UV light.
"I need a voice my children will listen to," she sighed softly. "I have revealed myself to my children only once before, at their birth. But I...they have become..." She looked down, her hand stilling. "...They are becoming the monsters my brother had first decided they were...you were not meant to be such...angry beings...you were meant for beauty and tender hands...for softness...for my companions." She sighed, taking her hand back. "To live with me, eternally...but my brother called you monsters and banished you from his sight...and now the monsters he said you once were...you are becoming."
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