How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The Hearth part 4

Speech = "..."
Thoughts = [... ]

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"Perhaps, in time you will find what you are looking for. However, when the time comes...you will have to come to terms with the answer you found for yourself..."

That...was what Crucabena had said to her at the party. The words she had confided to Peruere as the simple celebration reached its cenit and everyone was starting to either clean up or leave.

All because she had still felt troubled by it all....

And "mother" had noticed.

The older woman approaching her and sitting to her side in the comically small chairs, bringing with in her gentle smile and that strange kind demeanor as she decided to kept her company while respecting her space..... instead of just barging away like she had expected her to, leaving her even more confused as she just remained silent...

Not in a bad way..., but awkward.

Like...

Like Crucabena did not know how to find her voice or the right words.

Peruere could only frown at the memory, a sigh leaving through lips as her eyes started to wander away from the book she was reading.

She could predict their "mother" before the incident, butshe couldn't understand Crucabenas new approach after it.

It felt....as if she was a different person, but that could not be because people didn't change....

At least, that was what she told herself.

And what did their mother meant by that..?Why did she said she was looking for something....? And more importantly, why would she need to come to terms with it if she ever found it..?

What....what had the woman seem through her?

It felt as if she had told her something important...but she had missed the point somewhere in between her needless worry and distrust of the changes on the House.

Still....whatever it was, she would survive.

She was sure of it.

"Perrie....?"

A rather known voice broke her out of her thoughts.

Silently, she tilted her head to her left. Spotting at the other end of the room a peculiar mane of pink-redish hair leaning forward, yet unable to hide those glinting eyes of her friend or that thin line that was her lips turning into a broad and relieved smile.

It did not took the girl long to made her way towards her, swinging her head softly from left to rights, allowing the current of air to blow past her mane and keep it afloat for a few brief moments.

And by the looks of it if her eyes did not deceive her....Clervie's small arms were also holding something behind her particularly big, but not small either....

Her eyes squinted at that last detail...however her postured relaxed a few seconds later.

"Yes...Clervie?"

"Do you know where mother is..?"

She stopped... pondering in silence at the sudden question for moment...not because it was strange coming from the pink haired girl, but rather how serious she sounded behind the bubbly childish mood her friend brought with her.