Another inkling of the word 'mother' was started, but never completed. Charlie bit back the disgust in her throat and kept a grimace from reaching her eyes. "Of course, Father," she said dryly. It was like someone had poured sand in her mouth, it was so dry. She would have been better off more like her father, it seemed. More willing to care less about what others thought. "I'll need some time to think things through, then. If you'll excuse me..."
The girl started to walk away from her father, back towards the fortress she called home, but she paused for a moment and glanced back and said, "Don't talk of mother anymore. It sunds like she was more of a hindrance to me than anything. I should probably be more like you, in the end. Cold and hard."
She turned away and left, retiring to her room for meditation.
The girl started to walk away from her father, back towards the fortress she called home, but she paused for a moment and glanced back and said, "Don't talk of mother anymore. It sunds like she was more of a hindrance to me than anything. I should probably be more like you, in the end. Cold and hard."
She turned away and left, retiring to her room for meditation.
