The life of Maria Coulter.
A dark haired woman, in her early thirties was in the café, drinking orange juice with her distanced daughter, Laurain. The girl had long blond silky hair and brown eyes, the same colour as her mothers. This story doesn't start here though, oh no! It starts when she, herself was in a care-home. That's right; the great Maria Coulter, sister to Marisa Coulter of the Oblation Board, was brought up in a care-home. She loved Marisa until they were in their teens, then; something happened that would change their relationship for life ….
Maria was ten and she was sitting on her bed, with her dog daemon, Alicara. She then heard her sister, Marisa coming, she got up and smiled. Marisa looked troubled; she went round to her own hard bed and sat down. The beds were simple iron and had thin red-is and brown type blankets, even for them cold dark winter months. Maria then picked up Alicara and walked over to her sister and sat down. Alicara then turned into a rabbit and went over to Marisa's daemon, who didn't have a name, Alicara and Maria thought this was strang when they were little but, now they were very used to it.
Alicara rubbed his tiny fluffy head onto Marisa's daemons, tabby cat fur. The cat responed with a pur and then a rub on Alicara's ears. Alicara twitched his nose as The cat twitched his whiskers. They were happy to be together like daemons were, both had'nt settled yet and, little did Maria's daemon know that he would never settle. Marisa's daemon did'nt know what he was going to settle into nor want to settle eather. It was just somthing tht would happen in time.
"So, what's up?" Maria asked her sister. Marisa didn't answer for a moment then looked straight at the window infront of them. "Its, adoption day tomorrow." She said simply. Maria nodded. She then gently held onto Marisa's hand and squeezed it softly. "Don't worry, It'll be fine. I promise." Maria said softly, she could tell Marisa was worried. Beacuse, since they had been there since they both were five years old, there had been sixty adoption days, once every month, and, neather of them were picked ever. She really hoped she could keep to her promise this time and that adoption day would'nt be a living nightmare like all the others.