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[Color=8dc73f] Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Biralei residence
[Color=8dc73f]Interaction:[/color] [@princess] Malachi

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The song was coming to an end and Kenia had to close her eyes to keep from breaking down completely. It took everything in her to not just start sobbing, something she never liked doing. She took a shuddering breath, regaining control over her emotions, when she felt someone touch her hand and give it a squeeze. She opened her eyes, looking to her side and expecting to see her father standing there. It genuinely surprised her to see Malachi instead.

His face seemed to hold a softness she hadn’t seen yet from him, a comforting kindness that kept her from immediately pushing him away. She felt a small crack form in the walls she always kept up and it frightened her, but she managed to ignore it for the time being. Perhaps, for now, it would be okay to let someone in and try to comfort her.

Her gaze turned back to the painting as she unthinkingly laced her fingers with Malachi’s, the gesture bringing her more comfort than she expected. [color=8dc73f]”Thank you.”[/color] She responded in almost a whisper as she examined the faces of her children again. She remembered the day well, the painting taking many hours as they had to constantly stop to feed the twins. There was even one point where they had forgotten who had been holding who and got it mixed up for a short time. Many had a hard time telling the twins apart, but Kenia always knew which one was which at first glance.

[color=8dc73f]”This one is Lura and this one is Rhys.”[/color] She told Malachi as she pointed them out, feeling the urge to talk about her children for a moment. [color=8dc73f]”They were always such happy babies, rarely fussing and always let us sleep through the night. They hated being seperated, though, and that’s when they would become a challenge.”[/color] She explained as she giggled a bit at the memory. Her face slowly fell again as she continued to speak. [color=8dc73f]”They were only three years old when…”[/color] She trailed off as she felt the familiar pain in her chest take hold once again. She closed her eyes, trying hard to fight back her tears once more.