Hold me close

She held Poem close, and let her little one feel the emotions, wishing she could have sheltered her from this. Wishing that Motif was home safe. When Poem expressed her worry about being heir, Shaye pulled back a little to look at her, worry on her expression. “Why Poem?” she asked, needing to know her daughters reasoning. She had intended to ask her daughter what she wished to do, and lay out a few options, which involved looking for Motif, or learning her Heir duties, but she paused that for a moment to understand what was going through Poem’s mind.