[Erina sees the beast a moment too late, staggering back in her dress and nearly tripping on its hem as the thing prepares to attack. This was an innocent walk, and now she's afraid it will be the last. Crying out, she ducks her head, then tries to move away once more, finally losing her balance and falling to the ground in a pile of skirts. But a voice calls out, and she is filled with hope that help has arrived.
Only...
Mom? She's too young to be a mother of someone of that age, has no children, but he looks... Well, violent, but somehow familiar. Her eyes widen as she takes his appearance in, tall, strong, apparently brave, reminding her--yes, of course--of her dearly beloved husband. But it can't be him, dressed like that, and so young! Young enough to think she's his... mother?
Her chest heaves, and she tries rather unsuccessfully to make her way to her feet, clad as she is in the fashion of her day.]
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Only...
Mom? She's too young to be a mother of someone of that age, has no children, but he looks... Well, violent, but somehow familiar. Her eyes widen as she takes his appearance in, tall, strong, apparently brave, reminding her--yes, of course--of her dearly beloved husband. But it can't be him, dressed like that, and so young! Young enough to think she's his... mother?
Her chest heaves, and she tries rather unsuccessfully to make her way to her feet, clad as she is in the fashion of her day.]
Thank you for your help.