Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181016030033

(Hound/Imperia/All)  Ferra gives a little sheepish smile and a shy shrug as she looks down. "Oh...yeah.  I suppose.  Just...not s-sure...w-w-what...want.  From life." Her voice stutter ls badly as she struggles not with embarrasment, but her speech impediment. Rather than speak further, she simply continues to wash Layoka, getting to the difficult part of washing the girl's face without getting soap in her eyes or furthering her bruises.

In the living room, Regina is quietly filling Antoinette in on everything that has happened, and the Saintaur listens intensely. Her eyes are focused on the floor, but her expression states that she is deep in troubled thought. Regina pauses and looks to her.

"...I...I don't know what to tell the children yet.  I don't even have the full story---"

"How it happened is not important, chéri, only that it has.  The girls do not need to know how this came to be.  Ils doivent être protégés de cela.  I will see to it that they understand..."

Her troubled, blue-gray eyes look up in the direction of the aviary. "Partha...she is still asleep, yes?"

"Yes," Regina gives a shaky, uneasy chuckle. "She could sleep through a monsoon."

Antoinette is silent for a few moments. Then, with a long, quiet sigh, she begins walking to the entryway that leads up the side of the aviary tower.

"I...I will get her.  Please, be here when we return.  It will need to be both of us to tell her.  Nous devons, pour elle-même..."