urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tsarchasm Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday Анастасия Николаевна Романова 2017-01-11T19:39:52Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tsarchasm:1518 2010-08-02T14:43:06Z 2017-01-11T19:39:52Z Okay, who switched the signs at the fork in the road? Because this is definitely <em>not</em> St. Petersburg. In fact, this is definitely <em>not</em> Russia, and as much as I'd like to believe otherwise, that woman was definitely <em>not</em> my mother. <br /><br />[ <small>At that, Anya pauses, and her eyes flicker with a tinge of regret as frustration is suddenly overtaken by longing. She gazes down at her necklace, slowly turning it between her fingers as she reads the words engraved on it: <em>Together in Paris</em>. This place was definitely not Paris either, which only confirmed her assertions of that woman not being her mother, and the conclusion broke her heart, even though she had known deep-down that it was too good to be true.<br /><br />Not wanting to overwhelm herself with disappointment, Anya rolls her eyes and quickly returns to her normal demeanor, pointing to the Delibird next to her. </small> ]<br /><br />And, by the way, when I was asking for a sign, this is definitely <em>not</em> what I meant.<br /><br />[ <small>The Delibird tilts its head and wibbles at her.</small> ]