- Aug 9, 2016
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Malara flopped backwards onto the floor in Vatar's room, staring up at the ceiling as she opened one of the airheads that had been given to her. This one was blue, which was quickly becoming her favorite of the flavors. She began chewing on the candy, looking at the rotating fan. She sighed to herself, trying not to let her natural, impulsive rage take over while she waited. She bet she could break that coffee table in half. But if she did that, Vatar might never listen to her.
She knew that Vatar wasn't far behind her. He wanted to go walk Illiya from class. Illiya, his perfect little doll that he apparently didn't remember making. Malara bit off half of the airhead in irritation, chewing angrily as she wondered if the Prax girl had had her memories wiped too. Malara still didn't fully believe that Vatar's memories were gone. But it also wouldn't surprise her for their Mother to do that. She was a possessive bitch after all.
She knew that Vatar wasn't far behind her. He wanted to go walk Illiya from class. Illiya, his perfect little doll that he apparently didn't remember making. Malara bit off half of the airhead in irritation, chewing angrily as she wondered if the Prax girl had had her memories wiped too. Malara still didn't fully believe that Vatar's memories were gone. But it also wouldn't surprise her for their Mother to do that. She was a possessive bitch after all.