Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20150320122351/@comment-26220869-20150325171314

(This is in response to when Scythe had asked if Mizu was alright. From a day ago, sorry for the lateness.)

She looked to him abruptly, unsure of whether to lie, or be honest. Scythe knew her pretty well now, so she had better fess up.

"I'm...thinking of my family," she said, a sigh falling from her lips. "I just...Miss them, I suppose."

A picture of her mother, beautiful as ever, caught her glance, she gestured to it. "This is my mother..." They looked so much alike. Long, black tresses, brown eyes, even their outfits mirrored one another. However, what made them different, was their expressions. Otohime had a steely gaze, calculative, cold. It was a look of acrimonious judgment; Mizu had taken the brunt of it multiple times before.