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When I saw her approach, my hopes and dreams plummeted. I stepped back in horror. Who was this? This isn't my mother. This isn't my dear Antheia. My amazing, beautiful Antheia. Her coat, so wretched. Her beautiful blue pools where hardly visible under a opaque covering of white over her cornea. And, oh goodness. That leg. I couldn't bring up something so touchy with my mother looking like this, feeling like this. Something was seriously wrong. Yes, she could die. It was quite possible. Mommy chimed in, her quiet but strong voice guiding my thoughts.
She has come down with a serious infection. Get her to a cold creek. Force her to stand in it for at least 10 minutes. After that, have her drink. Find a pine tree, have her eat the needles. This should help.
I nodded, thankful for my real mother's soul guiding me in this hard time.
" Mother, dear mother. Your going to die. You need healing. "
My words where choked in my throat. My voice shuddering. Tears streamed down my cheeks. She really could die. This wasn't funny.... Oh no, can I handle this? I took a step forward, I am now almost as tall as her now. With a frown, I wrapped my neck around her, in my form of a hug. Then, I took a step back. She needed healing. But really, she needed magic . Why where we so unfortunate? It was so hard to see her like this. It just tore away at my heart. Turning my cranium away from her, I forced to look away. A sob escaped my kissers, my flanks heaving with it. Another, after another escaped. Until I was a bawling mess. Gosh. Sometimes I wonder why I am here, and why am I so unfortunate. This sucks.
She has come down with a serious infection. Get her to a cold creek. Force her to stand in it for at least 10 minutes. After that, have her drink. Find a pine tree, have her eat the needles. This should help.
I nodded, thankful for my real mother's soul guiding me in this hard time.
" Mother, dear mother. Your going to die. You need healing. "
My words where choked in my throat. My voice shuddering. Tears streamed down my cheeks. She really could die. This wasn't funny.... Oh no, can I handle this? I took a step forward, I am now almost as tall as her now. With a frown, I wrapped my neck around her, in my form of a hug. Then, I took a step back. She needed healing. But really, she needed magic . Why where we so unfortunate? It was so hard to see her like this. It just tore away at my heart. Turning my cranium away from her, I forced to look away. A sob escaped my kissers, my flanks heaving with it. Another, after another escaped. Until I was a bawling mess. Gosh. Sometimes I wonder why I am here, and why am I so unfortunate. This sucks.
