Never Come Between Us

Satira's ears folded back to her head, embarrassment warming her cheeks as she stifled another cough from her aching lungs. Great, now her dad had to find out she'd almost been eaten by a snake too? This wasn't how Tira wanted her mother-daughter day to go at all. Everything had gone wrong and it was all her fault. She shouldn't have been so stupid and reckless! Her mother would never have done anything as dumb as that! Guilt sank Satira's shoulders while she slumped against her mother's nape, but it wasn't to last as she felt Asla come to a sudden stop, and then her world was shifting as she was pulled from the larger fae's neck and into her loving embrace.

Bright blue eyes blinked in surprise while she tried to peer up at her mother, but a flurry of soft kisses across her forehead made that difficult. In shocking fashion, Asla began to apologize to her instead, explaining that she should have been faster and that she didn't protect her. Satira looked up into her mother's tear-glistening amethyst eyes with a scrunched expression of confusion. Her mother hadn't failed to protect her, she had done exactly that. She was still alive because her mother had protected her, and the opinionated little girl said as such. "But you did protect me, Mom. You saved me, and I didn't..." Get eaten. A little cough punctuated her words, but Satira nuzzled into her mother's chest fur all the same, surrounding herself in familiar warmth and love. The warmth and love she had almost lost forever in the blink of an eye.

Satira couldn't help but begin to cry as well when her mother did, the hot tears falling from bleary blue eyes as the gravity of what had happened finally became a reality in her mind. Seeing her mother so emotional, so vulnerable, it really made her realize and appreciate how close to death she had been. Satira was feeling... small, weak, fragile. Her invincible bravado of being a Fatalis had been shattered and her mortality was suddenly acutely obvious. Tiny paws clutched at her mother's chest, wanting to disappear into her fur where nothing could hurt her. "I love you, Mom..." she murmured between choking sobs, only able to repeat those words as the terror held her hostage. Asla may have felt like a failure, but she would always be Satira's hero, even more now than ever before. "I love you... I love you..."

"Satira"