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Sentimental dreams
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[html] OOC: okey, sorry my reply took forever! And Mayflower's in Optime.
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It seemed to be a queer day, Mayflower had had no intention of visiting the garden in the morning, though it was one of the few places she had yet to venture to and she decided that she might as well visit a place such as thus. The sight of the muddy place was a tad bit depressing to the canine, as she didn't know what it would've looked like in it's former glory. A humanoid hand covered in rags laced up near to her elbow - something odd to see, though she had an injury on her hand and didn't want anyone to see it, hence why she decorated half her arm with such garments -gripped at one of the strongly growing trees, blinking as another female wandered through the garden. As she was attempting to get over a fear of others, Mayflower decided that she might as well approach the wolf.
"Hello there," Mayflower greeted, though she feared that her voice just above a common whisper would not reach the ears of her pack-mate, though she could only hope that she'd been heard. Standing with her green cloak draped over her body, arm retreating into its shadowy depths. "I really wonder what this place looked like before the storm.." she murmured, looking downwards at the tips of her paws jutting out from beneath the tattered ends of her cloak that belonged to her dear mother, who died from sickness when she was young, along with her brother. It was traumatic, and if it weren't for that she wouldn't be standing in this place right now.
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