Io, however much she was proud of her body, her greatest asset, always felt as if there was something to improve. This perfection seeking quest had turned her into little more than a twig. Io's silver eyes
scanned round to her son who looked up and then back down again. 'Yes' Io said with a light nod. He hands found her thin body and her arms crossed over her chest, with males and other females she flaunted, but in the company of the alphesses, she was very aloof about herself.
Io stepped outside and shut the door behind her. She was quite as usual, but decided speaking would be a good way to hide her discomfort. 'Yes' Io repeated to Iola's next query. 'How have you been?' The pair had not moved from the porch yet and suddenly the door moved open a jar. Io's head shot round in fright and defensivness. It was only Sarajevo however. 'Can I come?' It was a solemnly spoken sentence and was replied by means of a small nod from his mother. The trio started walking. How are you?' Io asked her second alphess meekly.
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