Permission and Pendants
"Tsubaki," she welcomed, her tone sleek and composed. She then cocked her head slightly. "And…?
The second woman moved closer with a gentle rustle of material, her face alight and beguilingly familiar. Her silver-blue gown hugged her body with careless sophistication, with intricate embroidery that shone softly in the morning light. Silken locks of pale silver-white hair fell down her back to her waist, glinting like moonlight with each movement.
Sona's breath hitched as she drew in the sight before her.
The girl's complexion glowed soft and full of life like youth itself, and her face was a striking resemblance to her own—but it was the bright ocean-blue eyes filled with knowing mischief that unmistakably proved it.
She smiled, and her voice sounded so sweet.
"Morning, Mom," Lira said on a teasing note, her head cocked slightly in that all-too-familiar manner.
Sona felt her world slow.
It was Lira.
Her daughter.
Her only daughter.
