I love the rhythm of your prose here, the way certain phrases are like refrains or choruses (clearly, your gift with poetry shows here). I love how strong the bonds are with Christine and her siblings, how they still recognize her even in their animal forms, how she takes on the painful task of the nettle shirts without even thinking of how much she'll suffer for them. And she does suffer a lot, even with Alan, Joanna, Arelie and Ahava for company.
I just. Oh man. The imagery, the storybook feel. YOU SHOULD BE SO DAMN PROUD, BB. SO. DAMN. PROUD.
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I love the rhythm of your prose here, the way certain phrases are like refrains or choruses (clearly, your gift with poetry shows here). I love how strong the bonds are with Christine and her siblings, how they still recognize her even in their animal forms, how she takes on the painful task of the nettle shirts without even thinking of how much she'll suffer for them. And she does suffer a lot, even with Alan, Joanna, Arelie and Ahava for company.
I just. Oh man. The imagery, the storybook feel. YOU SHOULD BE SO DAMN PROUD, BB. SO. DAMN. PROUD.