Times 'A Changin

Prancing, wandering and exploring every place she could find was simply her favorite way to spend her days now. Of course she tried her best to always keep tabs on Arwen, taking her places and having all kinds of fun. Occasionally she'd forget she was a 'very responsible adult' and do something that probably didn't make her the best role model ever, but for the most part she was pretty sure she was doing a good job. Arwen seemed to be turning out okay so far, right?

As she made her way through the brush, quietly skirting the worst of the brambles she'd run into in search of a clearer path, Iskra felt what she could only describe as her maternal alarm bells ringing. Danger? Was there danger? Where? Arwen's scent hit her nostrils and she quickly trailed after it, muscles tensed, bounding through the brush at a recklessly fast pace, thorns tearing at her skin and she moved with wild abandon in search of her adopted child. When she noted over scents hanging nearby Iskra knew why she felt this urgency and picked up the pace until she burst out from the bushes and came to find the blue girl she was charged with seated before two males that positively towered over both of them. Narrowing her eyes and studying the scene quickly to assess the situation, Iskra found Arwen unharmed for now. Shaking the debris from her coat, Iskra entered the scene cooly, striding over and placing herself over Arwen and taking a seat.

Fearless as always, the red woman looked over both men, one dark as midnight the other pale as the moon. Smiling sweetly she cooed, "Can I help you?"