Hmm, not the child of my own Orc girl, then who could it be?
Malin flipped the ear hidden beneath her long hair—round; walked to the mirror and lifted an eyelid—deep black pupils; then begrudgingly opened her mouth—neat human teeth.
Finally, Malin propped her chest up slightly.
...Same as Nanaqi, the chest gave it all it had.
With such regret, Malin noticed the photo frame on the nearby table. Inside was a large family portrait. Sitting in the middle was an elderly lady, the spot beside her vacant, and behind her stood a gathering of adults. These individuals, along with those standing further behind at greater heights, made up the backbone of the family. By her feet, a throng of younglings sat crowded together.
There was a small line of text on the photograph.
2015, Taken in Copenhagen.
Copenhagen? Lulu?
