Immediately Emma stepped out of the big hall, she fell to the ground on her knees, right outside there under the visibility of the full moon, and began to weep. Her palms on the ground too supporting her frame, she cried, cursing whatever fate had befallen the way.
When she felt Prescott's hairy tail on her right hand, she sniffed in and turned, sitting down on the floor in her gown.
In Front of her were Aiden, Yodah, Julius, Freya, Ava and Maya. Prescott was right beside her.
They all had pitiful faces on.
She didn't like that.
She had never liked to be pitied, but right at this moment, she couldn't help but not care. Her heart was thoroughly broken. She felt like dying.
"You are not dying, at least not yet." Prescott said to her telepathically, and she twerked her nose with her index finger and thumb, curbing the catarrh that was incoming. She wasn't in the mood to be plagued by a running nose.
