— Farah's Point of View —
Satana smiled to me and then she turned her gaze to her pink cloak. "Well if that is the case then, what if we exchange cloaks, I take yours, and you take mine, for us to remember that, on different times, we can still be together, and even death, and keep us apart my mother."
That thought made my heart melt, I stood up and offered my hand to her. She took my hand and I stood her up. I nodded and then took off my cloak, and as I do so, she was doing the same thing.
We exchanged cloaks, and the wind played against our cloaks as we wear them. When we are done, I flickered my finger and managed to change a few things on the cloak, I filled it with golden vines. Together with my scent, so that each time she falls down, and each time she misses me, all she has to do is to embrace her cloak.
Satana took a moment to feel the cloak and said, "I can feel you mother. Your scent, and your warmth. Thank you, so much."
