The bag of holding

Mati Church · 11-02-2010, 09:39 AM

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It was not just the effort that Mati had placed in the making of the painting. She had felt that before, creating something and pour so much of herself into it that giving it away would be like giving away part of who she was. But this was something that she had giving a lot of herself to, and it was a depiction of someone that she never wished to give up. The sight of Cambria was not a rare one, and the chocolate female was always willing to be with her whenever Mati hoped. But with this she was never without her face, and always reminded of the love that the two shared. I promise I will not hold yours hostage. She said with a small laugh.

She didn’t expect others to be offended or find the relationship that she and Cambria held to be odd. Mati had grown up with two mothers, but she knew that the world was not as open as the Dreaming pack was. She knew that not everyone was accepting, but she knew Anann better then that and found herself loosing that butterfly nerves that she held when admitting the relationship. She turned to notice that unknowing that was written all over the Cours female’s face when she thought to answer the question. Mati walked a step closer, sensing that hurt that was felt. It almost radiated off her gold pelt.

Do you want to talk about it? Mati gave the small opening that would allow Anann to express what ever it was that she wished to give. Sometimes the feelings just needed to be voiced for the healing to begin or for the confusion to end.

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