Send 🕯 for my muse to talk about someone from their past - Accepting

“If this is a therapy session, it’s a bloody awful one.” The woman raised a brow, crossing her legs and gripped her glass of wine tighter. Nadia shrugged, the thought of speaking about her mother gave her mixed feelings. “She was timeless and elegant--a lioness, in every word.” The blonde rose, her heels clicking on the ground as she touched the dangling ‘N’ on her necklace. 

“A woman is to be sharper than any blade, and sweet as nectar, and twice as clever as any man in any room.” She said, echoing her mother’s words. “Not exactly warm and inviting kind of woman, I’d say.”