Mama dearest~

Easily Gaia's form would shift over the sand, as she moved Freewing would come to sit on her shoulder, unsure about her sudden movements. He had been keen on her shift in moods, and had helped tremendously in helping her get out of the den. She'd sigh softly as she curled her haunches beneath her and turned her sightly gaze to Illie's features as the girl came to sit close to her delicate mother. Gaia would tilt her head in curiosity as she explained why her telling a story would be a bad idea, and that life here was boring. Gaia was more than thankful for her boring life. By the time she had been Illie's age her whole life had been turned upside down twice.

While Illume might have complained of boredom, Gaia never wanted her children to experience what she'd gone through during her adolescence. "Oh, it's not that bad." She' lean forward to nudge her daughter affectionately. "Why don't we make up our own story? You and me together?" She'd ask, her words brighter than they'd been since before the girls had even been born.