[ Her mother, a rough sight? Sharon takes a moment to truly look at her. Even with damp, reddened eyes, Rose has an ethereal quality about her—like she’s stepped out of one of those dramatic Renaissance paintings of the Virgin Mary. The soft halo of her feathered crown and the grace in her wings only amplify that impression.
It’s as if Rose has absorbed the very holiness Alessa once saw in her. ]
Mom [ Sharon says softly, her voice tinged with affection ] even puffy-eyed, you're beautiful. [ She smiles, her words carrying the weight of admiration. Growing up, Sharon had always wanted to look like her mother—bold, beautiful, and strong. Rose had never been just a housewife or mother to her. She was a hero. ]
And trust me [ she adds, a note of reassurance in her tone ] Mayerling will think it’s sweet. He won’t judge. [ If anything, it would just underscore the depth of Sharon’s bond with her mother.
With a deep breath and a small, nervous smile, Sharon opens the door to the burrow. Mayerling already knows they’re here—of course, he does—but she still calls out with playful enthusiasm. ] Alright, Mayerling! Time to impress my mom!
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It’s as if Rose has absorbed the very holiness Alessa once saw in her. ]
Mom [ Sharon says softly, her voice tinged with affection ] even puffy-eyed, you're beautiful. [ She smiles, her words carrying the weight of admiration. Growing up, Sharon had always wanted to look like her mother—bold, beautiful, and strong. Rose had never been just a housewife or mother to her. She was a hero. ]
And trust me [ she adds, a note of reassurance in her tone ] Mayerling will think it’s sweet. He won’t judge. [ If anything, it would just underscore the depth of Sharon’s bond with her mother.
With a deep breath and a small, nervous smile, Sharon opens the door to the burrow. Mayerling already knows they’re here—of course, he does—but she still calls out with playful enthusiasm. ] Alright, Mayerling! Time to impress my mom!