CharlieMerle
Far from the tree
Since she could assemble thoughts Charlie imagined what her birth mother was like. Was she kind? was she funny? Was she magical?
Over her 17th year she had finally started to gather an understanding of Isa, who she was, how she came to be in St. Mungo's...
She hadn't expected to learn she was so unlike her, rule-following, quiet, serious...
"intelligent" Charlie's voice came out as a horse whisper in the quiet library. She was trying to make sense of the text in front of her, feeling less connected to her image Isa each moment passed.
taken @Mischief Managed
Far from the tree
Since she could assemble thoughts Charlie imagined what her birth mother was like. Was she kind? was she funny? Was she magical?
Over her 17th year she had finally started to gather an understanding of Isa, who she was, how she came to be in St. Mungo's...
She hadn't expected to learn she was so unlike her, rule-following, quiet, serious...
"intelligent" Charlie's voice came out as a horse whisper in the quiet library. She was trying to make sense of the text in front of her, feeling less connected to her image Isa each moment passed.
taken @Mischief Managed