Thea’s Plea

The eldest daughter of the Tathamet family twirled her thumbs as she climbed up the stairs to her home and headed towards her parents' bedroom.

For the first time in a while, her heart was racing as if she was about to jump out of a plane.

Ever since she was a little girl, she had always had difficulty asking for things.

Though it was something her family had tried to break her out of, old habits occasionally die hard.

She could sometimes still remember the very far back days where she was beaten for asking for old bread or something to stop her stomach from collapsing in on itself.

Though she knew that her parents were polar opposites of the one she had before, sometimes that didn't matter.

Luckily, her father and mothers gave her everything she could possibly need before she could even think to ask, and more often than not they would just randomly give her gifts for the smallest of reasons.