I Can Do Anything!
08-30-2017, 12:32 PM
As the kids roamed about the orchard Mara often found herself trailing after one or another of them to check in that the little scamps didn't do something stupid and get hurt. Kids had a knack for doing that, and she fully intended to continue the streak of no injuries for as long as possible, especially since no one in this odd little family was a healer. She didn't enjoy the idea of having to go look for one to fix up her kid. She'd just finished tracking Amos who was now trying to climb up a lo he had no hope of scaling. She admired the determination though, and held in a soft chuckle before turning and going to look for one of the others. Rogdar's scent was the one she found first, so he was to be next on the list. After following his trail for a minute or so she knew exactly where he was going and she stopped bothering to track his scent and simply meandered in the direction of his favorite trees. Sure enough, there the boy was. Observing his failed attempts at reaching a pear a bit too high for his little legs to launch himself, she stood quietly at first. When the frustration seemed to reach a high point she finally decided to step in, approaching her son with the soft smile she reserved for her kids and her kids alone. Even Feli didn't get the kind of tentative affection she offered to these kids.
"How about some help?" the dark femme offered, giving her son a questioning look. She could probably have just stood on her hind legs and still reached a pear, at most having to hop a little. She figured she could either grab him by the scruff and lift him high enough or let him jump off of her so he started a little higher up. The second option might be better so he felt more like he did it himself, but, either way she intended to help the frustrated little fuzz butt somehow, whether he wanted it or not.
"How about some help?" the dark femme offered, giving her son a questioning look. She could probably have just stood on her hind legs and still reached a pear, at most having to hop a little. She figured she could either grab him by the scruff and lift him high enough or let him jump off of her so he started a little higher up. The second option might be better so he felt more like he did it himself, but, either way she intended to help the frustrated little fuzz butt somehow, whether he wanted it or not.