wotd: Dapple.
This was all so much for the silver-dappled girl to learn and she wanted nothing more than to pretend that none of it was real and to go back to the day she had been playing with Denali and she had fallen from the roof of the manor. A month of her life had been stolen from her because of one accident, one single decision that she had not thought twice about. The ball had sailed to the roof and she had not even questioned what she was doing when climbing up there. She had simply done it with no regard for the potential consequences. Did she deserve it to happen? Absolutely not. But it had happened because the young girl had not even given a second thought to climbing up on top of the roof.
It was good news that no one had been hurt, and she was glad for that. Her fall and Denali's absence were more than enough. Though she wished to know more about the time she had lost, she had no strength left to talk and no true desire to do so. "Sono stancato, Mamma," she said, her voice soft and her words strained. She did not want to sleep—she had done enough of that for a lifetime, it seemed to her—but she was mentally and emotionally exhausted. This was too much for her.
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