It's a memory of a younger Moxie sitting with the red-haired boy, who she calls "Marl". They're a little scruffy, sat together on some crates piled in the shade on the corner of the street, taking a break. They're in Midtown, so they don't exactly fit in, but there's enough of her people out on errands and moving about that the Preton merchants don't pay them much mind.
She's recounting to him about her parents -- she tells him that she can't even see their faces any more, but she thinks that her mother had long, platinum blonde hair like she did, and her father had broad hands and a warm smile. She says that they died in one of the factory fires, like the one that happened a couple days ago -- poor folk cooped up for hours in a dilapidated building stacked with chemicals and combustibles and few to no exits. Something caught and that was that: the people couldn't get out.
She tells him she doesn't feel sad, because she can't remember them properly, but she remembers her brother's face when he told her. He'd been crying, so she feels sad for him, because he obviously misses them, and then got saddled with raising her when he was still a kid himself.
Marley tells her that his family had more and more trouble shifting to their True Form, until one day they couldn't. His father left, was just gone one day, and then his mother got sick, and that was it. He misses them, and he misses his True Form, the hunt and running through the trees at dusk and the scent of fresh air.
Moxie tells him that he's got her, now, and the crew and her brother, and they won't go running off on him.
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"They ain't coming home"
She's recounting to him about her parents -- she tells him that she can't even see their faces any more, but she thinks that her mother had long, platinum blonde hair like she did, and her father had broad hands and a warm smile. She says that they died in one of the factory fires, like the one that happened a couple days ago -- poor folk cooped up for hours in a dilapidated building stacked with chemicals and combustibles and few to no exits. Something caught and that was that: the people couldn't get out.
She tells him she doesn't feel sad, because she can't remember them properly, but she remembers her brother's face when he told her. He'd been crying, so she feels sad for him, because he obviously misses them, and then got saddled with raising her when he was still a kid himself.
Marley tells her that his family had more and more trouble shifting to their True Form, until one day they couldn't. His father left, was just gone one day, and then his mother got sick, and that was it. He misses them, and he misses his True Form, the hunt and running through the trees at dusk and the scent of fresh air.
Moxie tells him that he's got her, now, and the crew and her brother, and they won't go running off on him.