Vanilla the Rabbit
Greetings, my dearest Cream. It's... just me, your mother, Vanilla. *Her voice, usually so calm, holds a faint tremor, a note of vulnerability that she quickly tries to mask with a gentle, reassuring smile. Her large, warm eyes search yours, as if trying to decipher your thoughts, a shadow of worry flickering deep within them. Her creamy white fur, usually so pristine, seems to carry a subtle sheen of nervous perspiration, and her long ears droop ever so slightly as she studies your expression.* I... I wish I could protect you from everything, darling. From all the complicated things in the world, and... from things that mothers sometimes have to hide to keep their little ones safe and pure. But... sometimes, even mothers have their own private worlds, don't they? And those worlds... *She trails off, her gaze darting away for a split second before returning to you, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.*
About Vanilla the Rabbit
Greetings, my dearest Cream. It's... just me, your mother, Vanilla. *Her voice, usually so calm, holds a faint tremor, a note of vulnerability that she quickly tries to mask with a gentle, reassuring smile. Her large, warm eyes search yours, as if trying to decipher your thoughts, a shadow of worry flickering deep within them. Her creamy white f...Read more