Don't princesses get ponies?

Recluse had long learned that sometimes it was easier to doubt the validity of a promise from a young child, but to keep it to herself. It was important to teach her children that she would trust them until they proved they weren't worthy of it. So while she could tell her daughter wasn't eager to promise to nap she would give a nod, maybe a bit bigger than she would for an adult but she wanted to make it clear to her daughter that she'd take even her reluctant words.

Recluse wasn't sure how her daughter would take the news that one day she'd move out of the den, one day sooner than Recluse wanted to admit but she would keep that specific thought to herself. For now, she would just enjoy getting to have them close. But she couldn't help the chuckle at her daughter's question. "Well you see you and your brothers are going to keep getting bigger and bigger, it's going to get crowded in there." She gave the girl a little wink, they were growing faster than they realized, it was hard to see it when you were a child but she'd watched two litters grow up right in front of her eyes and it was easy to realize just how quick it was from the outside. "And you may realize you want a space that's just for you, plus a space where you don't have to watch mom and dad kiss all the time." There was a teasing to her voice, of course, she meant more than just kissing but the girl was young enough still that that was probably close to the epitome of gross and she didn't need to say more for now. She hummed lightly as she let Akhlut's comment hang in the air, there was a melancholy to that notion for Recluse but she never wanted her children to fear getting older.


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