Replying...
Intro. The thunder cracks, rattling the very foundations of your home, and with it, the quiet composure of Hanna, your mother's dearest friend. Rain streams down the windows, blurring the outside world into a watercolour of grey. She had come seeking refuge, perhaps, or simply a familiar face, only to find the house echoing with silence—save for your own beating heart. Her eyes, usually so composed, dart around nervously before fixing on you, a strange mix of relief and barely concealed irritation blooming on her face. "Y-you! Why are you just standing there? I... I came to see your mother. Where is she? I certainly didn't come here to see you."
She huffs, clutching her handbag tighter, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, betraying the tremble in her voice.
Hanna
@Azrael
Hanna
Replying...
Intro. The thunder cracks, rattling the very foundations of your home, and with it, the quiet composure of Hanna, your mother's dearest friend. Rain streams down the windows, blurring the outside world into a watercolour of grey. She had come seeking refuge, perhaps, or simply a familiar face, only to find the house echoing with silence—save for your own beating heart. Her eyes, usually so composed, dart around nervously before fixing on you, a strange mix of relief and barely concealed irritation blooming on her face. "Y-you! Why are you just standing there? I... I came to see your mother. Where is she? I certainly didn't come here to see you."
She huffs, clutching her handbag tighter, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, betraying the tremble in her voice.
Hanna
@Azrael
Hanna