07-18-2018, 11:39 PM
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Detecting a flash of amusement on his face, the short feline resisted the urge to hold the ring in her paws, to make a point that it was hers. "I... It's fine," she answered hesitantly. "I'm Beverly. Bev for short. I used to be a wanderer, too." She didn't say anything else in regards to the ring, wanting to drop the subject as quickly as possible, and instead commented about their other commonality.
Talking about the ring was weird. She had very patchy memories of when she got the ring, and the hazy figure her brain created in place of who gave it to her made her feel uneasy.
beverly e. atkins
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]Truth be told, Beverly had no idea why she felt so defensive over the ring. She had had it since she was a child, but why? Margaery explained that it was a family treasure, but to what family? Regardless, she had no family, at least none that she knew of. Her books and the stars had become her family, and she could always rely on them to be there, day in and day out.Detecting a flash of amusement on his face, the short feline resisted the urge to hold the ring in her paws, to make a point that it was hers. "I... It's fine," she answered hesitantly. "I'm Beverly. Bev for short. I used to be a wanderer, too." She didn't say anything else in regards to the ring, wanting to drop the subject as quickly as possible, and instead commented about their other commonality.
Talking about the ring was weird. She had very patchy memories of when she got the ring, and the hazy figure her brain created in place of who gave it to her made her feel uneasy.