Don't go

Their father had told them that their mother was sick, and she needed some cuddles and gentleness to feel better. Kyanite crept in at a moment she could get some alone time with her horned dame. She curled up on the bed beside her mother, shocked at how weak she looked. Their father had been right, she did need cuddles.

She wrapped a paw gently around her mother, her face mask pushed up by her ears. “If you need cuddles, why don’t you have Hissbiscus and blue cuddle you?” she asked, her voice going from concern, to puppy jealousy, and back to worry again. Vanta didn’t rub it in, but she and Vanta were the same in so many ways, and it was hard not to be jealous that their mothers concern for Vanta had bleed through in gifts that Kite had never gotten.


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