[ his eyes are still cast downwards. it’s a distant memory, one faded and worn, and it reminds him that he’d sold every memento he had of hers. that house was all that remained, and now... ]
I don’t really remember my mom either. It was a long time ago.
[ and his life had been overwhelmed by so many other memories. childhood was hardly relevant in the grand scheme of it all. ]
It’s good though, that if you had to know something about her, it was that she loved you.
[ She says nothing for a moment, and deems her work done.
She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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I visited my mother's best friend often. She told me stories of them both, and one evening, she told me my mother would call me little bird.
[ He's such a tall person. He gives off a lean impression, but there's muscle. She's impressed. ]
I wish I had remembered it, or what she tried to teach me of my own abilities.
[ Looking up at him, she regards him with a thoughtful gaze. ] It's good you have something of her's with you at all times, then.
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I don’t really remember my mom either. It was a long time ago.
[ and his life had been overwhelmed by so many other memories. childhood was hardly relevant in the grand scheme of it all. ]
It’s good though, that if you had to know something about her, it was that she loved you.
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She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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[ no thoughts, head empty. was this really the time to be saying something like this? no. ]