01-20-2019, 09:17 PM
She’d been smiling in anticipation; anticipation of seeing that darling smile of her daughter’s reflected back at her. It had been some time since they’d seen each other last, for one reason or another, but that time apart had spanned a greater length of time than the leopard mare would have liked. The girls were growing quickly she knew, and she was loathe to admit to herself that they would actually need some looser reins in order to make headway in learning the sad truths of the world in which they lived. Within reason of course—should they stray too far or become subject to massive troubles they still had parents ready to move Heaven or Hell to keep them as safe as was possible.
It’s hard to ignore the grip and tightening of her stomach at the furtive expression of Eurwen as she draws nearer; clearly something was not quite copacetic as it normally, presumably would be. A guilty conscious, especially in one so similar to herself, is easy enough for the woman to notice and her dark eyes drink in the site of her spotted child as the girl halts in front of her, concern evident in the twist of her features as she scrutinizes her for any obvious damage. Aside from a subtle shift in the color spectrum, it rather appears as if she’d come off from whatever she’s apologizing for unscathed, or at the very least on the surface.
Not stopping the natural fall of her smile into the press of a firm line, she gazes neutrally at the yearling girl. ”Would you like to show me.” she says, opening the edges of her mind to receive her daughter’s memories if she chose to share them. Much more than a question or the demand it may come across as, it is an opportunity.
@[Eurwen]
It’s hard to ignore the grip and tightening of her stomach at the furtive expression of Eurwen as she draws nearer; clearly something was not quite copacetic as it normally, presumably would be. A guilty conscious, especially in one so similar to herself, is easy enough for the woman to notice and her dark eyes drink in the site of her spotted child as the girl halts in front of her, concern evident in the twist of her features as she scrutinizes her for any obvious damage. Aside from a subtle shift in the color spectrum, it rather appears as if she’d come off from whatever she’s apologizing for unscathed, or at the very least on the surface.
Not stopping the natural fall of her smile into the press of a firm line, she gazes neutrally at the yearling girl. ”Would you like to show me.” she says, opening the edges of her mind to receive her daughter’s memories if she chose to share them. Much more than a question or the demand it may come across as, it is an opportunity.
@[Eurwen]