Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190116025127

A late night in the U.S. on the fourth of july.

Fireworks burst loud and bright overhead, outshining the stars and casting their glowing warmth over an eagerly watching crowd.

After a sad and lengthy year, you had contemplated not going, but you had remembered all of the years you had gone with your family before the incident.

Before your nephew was the only family you had left.

He was just a toddler, too.

Best to have some fun for those who couldn't.

You had laid out a blanket at the edge of the gathering, and as the lightshow dazzled you, you heard a faint rustling.

Tilting your head, you see a lamia with dark green scales, and patches of brown ones, cooing at your nephew's stroller, and slowly circling it.

He was giggling.

He hadn't laughed in ages.

Wwyd? 