Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20180714100626/@comment-13488655-20180922022452

As Ambra, Ginger and Maria clenched each other warmly in a tear filled embrace, Several women began to leave the airship, silently watching the emotional reunion before walking over towards the girls with relieved smiles and several gift boxes in their hands.

"It's Maria and Ginger's mom." Tryian called out from behind Iona, watching the reunion as she seemingly appeared almost out of nowhere. Jusdging from her facial expression, there was a lot playing in her mind.

"They told Liadan and Wolfe's staff that they finally contacted her... And judging from the 'Midnight Summer' logo of the airship, I think that they're a flying brothel." She continued as she took out her scroll and seached for the name online, making a mental note to clear her search history.

"I can see why Everest said this place was never dull..."

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"It's ok dear. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." Ambra whaled between the tears as she held both her daughters close. She then looked over at Maria's arm, now finally recognizing her as the girl she treated on the field just a few days a go. Several curse words flew into her head as she realized how close she came to missing her daughters but instead of saying another word, she just continued to hug and nuzzle her girls, purring as oud as a motorbike.

Maria meanwhile was cursing in her mind that her arm still wasn't well enough to give her mother a reall big hug. Still, she couldn't help but smile with absolute glee. She was no longer motherless. They had found her dear mother.

"Mom..... We;ve missed you so mch..... Come on! Let's head home! We have so much stuff to catch up on!"

"We can give you gals a lift!" One of the brothel girls called out while the others confirmed the statement. It was the happiest day of their friend's life. oOf course they were going to pitch in whenever they could to help.

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"Was actually refering to how most think that mom is the stronger of the two... So, actual strength has got nothing to do with genes?" Jetta continued to ask and ponder as she tried to continue this sort of crash course in genetics.