<span style="color: #ff4dff">“Everything is awful for me. Apparently I take after my mother and can’t process my emotions worth a damn so everything makes me angry or irritable and I can’t not get upset.” </span>She took a deep breath and conjured a glass of water for herself and Vess, a tendril of hair sliding the glass to the Naga.<span style="color: #ff4dff">“I come from a timeline where my father and mother got married and had me. My mother had a lover named Ashia and a devoted pet named Anna. My father didn’t care, he had me and my mother always returned home to him. Our family was content. And then my family was butchered. My father was left crippled, Anna’s fragile mind snapped, my mother and Ashia died. So I was raised by a cripple and an emotionally ruined woman scared of her own hair brushing her shoulder wrong. Now I’m here and my mother here is violent and hostile, my father doesn’t want me around because of my nature, Anna wants me but because my emotions are so... volatile I don’t feel like I can live with her.”</span>She looked at her cup of water and tapped it turning it to wine before she downed it.<span style="color: #ff4dff"> “They let me stay here, in the barn with those animal fuckers... The dryad put it in Kitori’s head that sex would help me and now she won’t stop trying to rape me, or worse, sic her animals on me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>