01-01-2025, 07:38 PM
”Ravin”, Myrna groans, rolling her eyes at her child’s poor attempt to reassure the young Wynters of her safety. Meanwhile, Luvi is gesturing toward the brush where the lark nest is, quiet but clearly excited to see and to show the nest that they’ve been watching for the past several days.
Myrna watches the trio of children move away, catching Cascadia’s quietly spoken ‘Thank you’, with one flickering golden ear. With a faint smile still remaining as she pulls her eyes from her children, Myrna looks toward the other mare.
“I’ve not seen a jackal in this part of the Gates for years,” she says, just in case Ravin’s enthusiastic blunder had worried the new mother, “She’ll be safe.” Myrna pauses for a moment, aware that if she continues to speak that she will be treading on uncertain ground. There’s a moment of contemplation, and then she adds: “You will be too.”
@Cascadia
Myrna watches the trio of children move away, catching Cascadia’s quietly spoken ‘Thank you’, with one flickering golden ear. With a faint smile still remaining as she pulls her eyes from her children, Myrna looks toward the other mare.
“I’ve not seen a jackal in this part of the Gates for years,” she says, just in case Ravin’s enthusiastic blunder had worried the new mother, “She’ll be safe.” Myrna pauses for a moment, aware that if she continues to speak that she will be treading on uncertain ground. There’s a moment of contemplation, and then she adds: “You will be too.”
@Cascadia