I pray and I pray. I hope and I hope. They do not listen. They do not respond. The child was taken. Do not heed their calls. If you wish to despair, pray and pray to the stars. They will not listen. My ancestors and yours are not so different. They both ignore our cries for a better life.
That's clear. Your cells react to bacteria and viruses differently than mine. You don't get sick, I do. That's also clear. But for some reason, you and I react the exact same way to water.
We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We're on the same curve, just on opposite ends.
The waters run deep my child, be careful where you step
And for your information Snowshade, a river can be a rather deep puddle
The nymph of the River Guild. Prior to the fall of the pier she was a warrior.
A light grey tabby molly with blue and amber eyes, she is lightly scarred.
Her scars are on the corner of her right eye, she also has a nicked right ear
Relationships
- Ripplewatcher:mate
- Nettlebreeze:(unoficially) adopted daughter
- Stormbreeze:close friend
- Otterspots:close friend
- Snowshade:Former apprentice, not close
- The Night Cats Leader:
mate?
