Turning Tables

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 09-09-2013, 07:41 PM by Epiphron.)

A sigh left her lips as Maverick drew himself close to her, though the embrace was short-lived. The moment of respite was enough to calm her frazzled nerves, and even though it was only slightly, it felt like a considerable load had been lifted from her shoulders. "The northernmost border, my love," she murmured softly, not wanting Arian to have to relive the memory continuously.

Maverick considerately suggested that the two of them rest in their den. Almost immediately, Arian perked up and spoke in protest. Unsurprisingly, the girl wanted to be there when her mother was buried. She was a smart girl -- wise beyond the short time she had been on this earth. Epiphron smiled down at the girl, but her expression was a bit sad as well. Who should have to bury their child? Nobody at all. "Then you can go with him," she said matter-of-factly, her decision made clear. "You can meet our children when you two are done, as well as have a meal and a good afternoon nap. Deal?" Wanting approval from the youngster, she titled her head to the side, watching with intense curiosity.

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