A MOTHER'S LOVE // private, Sylvina

unlike her father, aphra wasn't one to get angry or upset easily. after all, she was the embodiment of lust, not wrath. she was supposed to be a lover, not a fighter. of course being in the typhoon meant she enjoyed some sort of fighting, since the typhoon was a warbound group, but she was mostly drawn to the place by its chaotic feel. oh, and the fact she had been carrying pincher's kits.

aphra chuckled at sylvina's demand, her long tail flicking in amusement. "why's that?" she asked, her tone mocking. 'dear' wasn't exactly a term of endearment for her, it was more or less a degrading insult. not everyone knew that, though, and she usually seemed genuine with the comment so it was easy to see why sylvina had snapped like that. regardless, it was quite amusing to hear the child say that.

★ open your eyes up, step in the ring ━