CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-24 00:22:00 |
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The atmosphere in the house, Cressida sleepily noted, had changed drastically since two of them had fallen ill. Her mother had transformed into something she only got to witness once or twice a year: fussy. Feeling her palms, pressing cool cloths to her forehead, stroking her hair. This was the mother she'd known as a child; where Merrida Karth had turned into something so rock hard, so impenetrable save for when her children were sick, she could't say. This had always been her father's job, but he, too, had become overly concerned. |