THE OTHER SIDE | o, gifts

[Belladonna]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Belladonna was silent and still as Amunet handed her a gift, and her eyes grew wide as she saw the teacup, and even more so as she realized that Amunet painstakingly painted it with gold; and that, considering the wobbliness but intricate detail, it would have been a lot of work.

Looking up to Amunet, Belladonna was brought into a brief hug, and as she did, her eyes started to tear up. "A-Amunet... t-thank- thank you," Belladonna stammered, starting to sniffle up a bit. It was one thing to receive a gift, and another to receive one with so much thought and care.

"Speech."

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

Ivan watched them, touching his neck absentmindly, feeling his scars with a rough paw. This action caused him to look about, as if he was missingsomething, then shrugged it off entirely.

Must have forgotten about it.

The bear moved, lumbering towards the faction with his heavy paws and dragging gait. He moved clumsily, taking to sniffing everyone and getting in Belladonna’s space. Zimavich poked at her cheek with his nose, noting her sadness, and attempted to lick her. As if that would make it better.