01-24-2018, 07:32 AM
Jacinda stooped to hug her. It had been a long time since anyone had been so openly affectionate and Tenzin's nature revelled in the closeness of warmth and skin and scent. She could smell the salt of tears but also the promise of something positive. A fresh turn of earth. A crisp new sunrise. Sister. She grinned and pressed her forehead to Jacinda's like it was the most natural thing in the world. Acceptance. Assurance. Peace.
It would take time for the woman to accept without the constant reassurance of gratitude. Some things just were. She squeezed her hands back and then pulled away, suddenly serious. "Sleep now. Look dead on feet. Still be here in morning."
It would take time for the woman to accept without the constant reassurance of gratitude. Some things just were. She squeezed her hands back and then pulled away, suddenly serious. "Sleep now. Look dead on feet. Still be here in morning."
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|Tenzin|
If they stand behind you, protect them; if they stand beside you, respect them; if they stand against you, destroy them.