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Published: 2019-01-18 03:14:50 +0000 UTC; Views: 407; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 2
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Mnemoli brought Mevhayem the misty shades of a colorful memory of her childhood. Her mother was wreathing flowers in her black hair, humming a song, when the little girl she was at the time said, with a sulky tone of voice :
"But moooom... Dresses and flowers aren't for wariooors, they're for giiiirls!!
- Ho, is that so? Are you a little boy then? Lleryn, her mother, replied with an amused smirk.
- Noooo! I'm a... Humf!" On this... Really eloquent answer, the little Mevhayem started pouting, arm crossed, brows frowning.
Lleryn laughted at this cute pouty little face, and her laught kept echoing in the young woman's mind as the memory was fading, far from her, far from this little tent she was sleeping in, and, when the morning would come, she'd only remember the fading, misty, colors of a lost memory.
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Sorry for the grammar fault and the writting in general, but I really wanted that text under this image!
As always, my dunmer Mevhayem (as a child) and her mother, Lleryn.