a mother and a saint

It wasn't a call she could ignore that beckoned her down from the trees. Children scattered underfoot with their mother leaving the treehouse, it meant they too, were released from her lessons and badgering about the state of their fur or the things they had been choosing to put in their mouths. Her feet had barely hit the ground when Kenway's cattle dogs swooped in to herd Corsair and Gilda towards the moor, no doubt some scheme their older brother was cooking that needed the minions involvement. She tipped her chin to indicate Moo should keep an eye on them, her antlered rabbit ambled along at her side as she debated whether she should intercede regardless... but now wasn't the time.

But her mother was waiting.

Lengthy strides ate up the distance between them until the woman came into view. She smiled, shoulders slackening ever so slightly, her body taking on a softer movement, more welcoming and less assertive. "Welcome to my home, you must be tired." Her mother didn't need to be invited in, she was welcome here. She would always be welcome wherever Modesty was.

"speech"