"You knew my mother?" I asked, curious and slightly offended that she didn't say anything earlier. Arista smiled, her tail wading back and fourth in the water. "Yes, I did. We met when we were children by a mere accident. But, unlike most people, she didn't judge me for who I was. And because of that, we became the best of friends..." She said, her blue eyes gazing off as if she was remembering every single detail. "You know, it was your father's idea to name you Wendelyn." She remarked. "Your mother always wanted to name you Snow White." ****In process of being rewritten and edited****
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