≺ ♔ 純度 ≻ ——- Such response coming from the older woman, was predictable. At some pint, Satsuki could comprehend with her mother and the difficulties that she’s undergoing. Yet, every action has its coherences. It was wondrous that the elder could cope with the company, into such degree. But alas, this had nothing to do with the young female, since indulging herself in matters that do not concern her, wasn’t a trait of her persona.
Delicate annulets enwrapped the handle of the porcelain cup, in a biddable manner. Soon, to bring it close to susceptible lips, as they parted to create an opening, in order for the warm liquor to run through her throat. Within a concise moment later, he would return the inanimate object in its quondam post, as she took the liberty to profess, again, whilst slender arms plaied themselves thereunder her sternum.
“However, refrain from overdoing it.” Concernment? Yes. It was ineluctable.
“Thank you, dear.”
Ragyo was always proud of both of her daughters for vastly different reasons. However, the one that she could relate to the most, in terms of her age at the moment, was the eldest one before her. Back when the mother was a mere child, a mere little girl, she was more like Ryuko at heart, however as she grew up and saw the world in a vastly ugly light, this was what she ended up to be.
