Aaaand of course, the peaceful moment is short lived.
“Taiga that’s not fair!” Eira’s ears snap to attention and her brown eyes swing back to her daughters just in time to see her youngest daughter take to the air, flapping just out of Lumi’s reach. She can’t help but let out a long, loud sigh. She truly loves and adores her children with all her heart … she just wishes the girls could keep from snapping at each other for at least five minutes.
“Taiga, that’s enough!” Taiga’s chestnut head snaps towards her mother and, hearing the exasperation in Eira’s voice, thankfully sets back down beside her sister and resumes splashing her with little kicks at the water. But the foolish girl can’t resist giving her sister a little buffet with a ruddy wing and Eira grimaces. She and Weir and tried so hard to get Taiga to choose immortality like the boys had done, but the girl had just been so … stubborn. Poor Lumi.
She’s thankfully distracted from her frustration by the sound of approaching hooves and the scent of oh-so-familiar horses on the wind. Her dark face breaks out into a grin as Weir and the boys trot into view and she nickers softly as they approach. She doesn't miss Weir’s brief conversation with the boys and the instant chance in the direction of their walk, and when Weir steps up to brush her cheek, she presses into the touch. “Thank you.” She sighs, then jerks her muzzle in the direction of the girls. “They’ve been at each other off and on all morning.” She watches as Lumi and Taiga turn to look at Scholar and Rowling, and suddenly become far more interested in splashing their brothers than each other. “I keep reminding her, but she just can’t seem to help showing off.” There’s no need to mention a name, it’s obvious enough who the instigator is. “I just don’t know what to do with her sometimes.” And they’re going to need to do something soon, before it permanently damages Lumi and Taiga’s relationship … if it hasn’t already.
But there’s something else Weir wants to talk about - she can see it in the look on his face - and she falls silent to let him speak. Her eyes follow his gesture to the land across the river and pause for a moment to inspect. She hasn’t given the place much thought yet, having left the choosing of a home to Weir, but from what she can see it seems a pleasant place, with lush greenery growing around it’s edges. She’s just not so certain about the volcano in its centre. “Are you sure it would be safe with that volcano?” Normally it wouldn’t be much concern - she and Weir would be able to protect the most adventuresome of their children (aaaand we all know who that is) - but they are powerless now, and unable to fight the heat. Funny that she actually misses her abilities now, when she’d once been so eager to rid herself of them.
