“For a brief moment, Euryale recognized Ceto as a mother, one who struggled to connect, to communicate her worry. If there had ever been a time for Ceto to relay counsel, it was right then. Euryale’s breath caught in her throat… Ceto’s laughter burst forth violently, a resounding smack to the face… Euryale exhaled, cursing herself for expecting anything other than derision.” OOF
— Mar 03, 2025 12:13PM
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