Mother {knows best} //South//

[Rosetta]

Lethe Turner

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The elevator swiftly rose up to meet Lethe and groggily, she stumbled on, glancing with a dreaded sigh at the buttons against the wall. There was a plethora of things she'd rather be doing than an awkward attempt at mentoring her doomed to die tributes at breakfast before sending them off to training. Often, it would remind her of a mother bird, nudging her little chicks out of the nest to fly, with no regard of whether or not they'd be able to spread their wings. In this world, only the strong could survive.

Eying the glowing buttons warily, Lethe knew the most obvious choice would be the ground floor, but to delay herself further, she hit all the buttons below her. Four. Three. Two. One. And they were off, shooting downward. On four, they stopped and a girl got on. Another tribute. Another living corpse, sliding down to her final resting place and Lethe pressed against the wall to let her in, although there was enough room. Her cheeks were burning for surely the girl noticed that they'd stop at every floor down and surely, she must realize Lethe's cowardice.

Glancing up at her inconspicuously to make see if she'd noticed as they paused at floor three, Lethe's eyes widened for this wasn't just any tribute. It was River Destin and the whispers from her fellow Victors, perhaps Klaus or Peri...more likely Ara, but anyway, that this girl was a mother to a young child. A fellow mother. As the doors opened at floor two, but yielded no entering passengers, Lethe swallowed hard, Eden's green eyes staring back at her innocently as she kissed the darling child on her cheek. "I'll be back soon, love," she promised before handing her off to her mother. Had River made the same promise? Surely, Lethe felt a deep pang in her heart as they opened up at floor one and then shot downward again, an empty promise whereas Lethe's was filled with truth.

Suddenly, Lethe saw Anya Crider standing before her, a mother herself, but child left behind, abandoned, and did Anya even have time to promise herself to her…someday? But, that day had never come and feeling sick, Lethe felt herself lunge forward, overcome with Anya’s innocent eyes and as the elevator doors opened and her hand was closing around the girl’s arm and outcome the avalanche. “You’re River, right? You’re a mother! So am I!”

ooc: I AM SO SORRY. THREE WEEKS OF MIDTERMS SUCK[/size][/color][/blockquote]