#mothevent

If there was one thing certain about the rugged brunette, it would be the permanance of astonishment over every little thing that swirled around her. Stoic as might have been on the outside, she was still a person whose childhood had been shredded away from her grasp —  and this was merely another proof of it, as she sat, star-struck, with one half of the her twins within sturdy arms. She hadn’t ventured the carnival much just yet, blame it on her increasing pain, but for now she was a little too distracted by the sight of the blooming Ferris Wheel, illuminating the eve and causing shiver to run through her spine. “How many people do you think have fallen from that thing — that humongous, spinning thing? How do they find that sh-” child, child in her arms, “ — crap romantic?” Yet, despite her bewilderment, those golden hues never once left the ride. “I’ve never been on it, I don’t know, seems a bit wonky.”