Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190228170536/@comment-13488655-20190313194323

"Well, how about one that was all three?" Gylfie recommended to the doctor with a slightly pained smile as a memory came to mind while she stared into the light, her head slightly tilting more towards the motherly faunus, keeping her focuse on her words and the light as she told her small tale.

"It was during winter when the seas were pretty rough, I was just about nine years old. My grandpa was a seafaring huntsman, same with my parents but now we were just waiting for him to come home. I was more of a book reader, one who just loved listening to my family's tales.... But this time when my grandpa came home andI gave him a great big hug, he began to cough really bad... My parents then explained to me that, he was getting pretty old and sick. He promised that he still has many decades left but from that point on, every time he was going to tell me a story, I no longer would just be listening an cuddling him on those times when he could take a holiday. I'd just be, keeping water nearby, same with warm blankets.... I was happy, pained and sad all in the time of one day...."