[UNMODERATED - player memory] [CRITERIA: Minimum 8 Replies] [RESERVE: Holland]
Hands with soft pink nails scrabble under the table, looking for something lost. Beyond the curtain draped over the folding table there are hundreds of fee, and a cacophony of voices and the yowls of unhappy cats. The girl groans in frustration, and when she rises back to her knee's she's face-to-face with an impassive cat that's more fur than animal. Valkyrie glowers at it, but the cat doesn't seem to care. As though to emphasize its lack of concern for her frustration, the feline begins to groom itself, completely oblivious to the kennel it's in and the chaos around it.
"I hate you," she whispers to her nemesis before resuming her hunt, through several bags and pet carriers.
"Valica," a new voice calls, and Valkyrie's search freezes, before becoming noticeably more desperate. "Is the dijete ready yet?" The woman has an eastern European accent.
"I can't find the stupid brush!" Val snaps back. She sounds a little younger than usual.
"Do not take that tone with me, Valkyrie." Her mother materializes next to her, and immediately finds the brush just behind one of the many bags scattered around. "You are such a ridiculous girl sometimes. Pay attention instead of losing your temper. I don't know why I bother."
Val snatches the brush from her mother, face mid-snarl, and the scene comes to an abrupt halt.
MEMORY: Rivals
[CRITERIA: Minimum 8 Replies]
[RESERVE: Holland]
Hands with soft pink nails scrabble under the table, looking for something lost. Beyond the curtain draped over the folding table there are hundreds of fee, and a cacophony of voices and the yowls of unhappy cats. The girl groans in frustration, and when she rises back to her knee's she's face-to-face with an impassive cat that's more fur than animal. Valkyrie glowers at it, but the cat doesn't seem to care. As though to emphasize its lack of concern for her frustration, the feline begins to groom itself, completely oblivious to the kennel it's in and the chaos around it.
"I hate you," she whispers to her nemesis before resuming her hunt, through several bags and pet carriers.
"Valica," a new voice calls, and Valkyrie's search freezes, before becoming noticeably more desperate. "Is the dijete ready yet?" The woman has an eastern European accent.
"I can't find the stupid brush!" Val snaps back. She sounds a little younger than usual.
"Do not take that tone with me, Valkyrie." Her mother materializes next to her, and immediately finds the brush just behind one of the many bags scattered around. "You are such a ridiculous girl sometimes. Pay attention instead of losing your temper. I don't know why I bother."
Val snatches the brush from her mother, face mid-snarl, and the scene comes to an abrupt halt.