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

The Hearth part 7

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"After everything you have done, after everything they will continue to do for their sick whims...how can you live with yourself? How can you be so arrogant and cold to your fellow man..?"

"When the next world comes, the sins of the past wont hold sway over Tevat. Surely even you can understand how more benign such a world could be.."

"A world built on the mountains of corpses of children whose only sin was to be born..? Your moral high-ground is nothing but hypocrisy.."

"Don't forget your place Knave, you and the House are merely tools for murder, nothing more and nothing less.."

"We are what you made us, Jester...and I am sick and tired of it"

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The sun shone bright.

The birds sang and the flowers bloomed.

In days like these, kids unlike her should be playing in the fields at their hearts-content

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What?

Her?

What about-Oh, ok, that makes sense. Hey! Stop poking alright! I am already getting to it you slow-poke!

Anyway, where was she? Ah, right, it was a great day to spend it at ones own leisure, so it was not that strange that the first thing she felt was-

Bliss...

Total, utter bliss...

That was the sentiment she was feeling after leaving behind the overly noisy and crowded streets of Fontaine and all their strange, curious and damn pretty characters behind a few dozen miles between her and them in order for her to finally take her well deserved peaceful rest back at the House of the Hearth...which mind you, wasn't something she had ever expected to consider.

Now though..it was clear why.

Away from bald, strange men selling flowers and spouting nonsense.

Save from any unsuspecting doors capable of smacking her square in the face again..

And finally but not least shielded from the gallant and blinding brilliance of any named character for that matter that could pop up like fungus in a forest at any given time. Yes Neuvillete, I am talking especially about you and your sharp features.

Well, ok...it was true that a part of her had wished to get a look at Furina. The thought of meeting the young looking girl been a prominent thought in her mind for a few days actually. After all, if the Chief Justice was better than what her wildest imagination could conceive, then the lead star of Opera would be just if not more stunning to gawk at.

The mere thought of the thrill of such fateful meeting was surely doing something fishy to her because oh, dear...she could almost picture her in her mind.

The way she spoke, boasting with pride or gentle..

The way she moved, like a carefree spirit having fun wherever she went.