Learning Pains

Ignita's eyes scrunched delightedly as she could almost see the gears turning in Cit's mind. Making all the calculations and considering himself in the scene. He was going to be a formidable tactician eventually if she could harness it with him. Him and Iska both.

She giggled and shook her head, and rubbed her nose from him blowing at it.
She looked up at his question. She hadn't had much time to think if she really missed it, honestly. Her soft golden eyes drank in the snow-covered peaks, and pines along the edge. The granite, basalt, and obsidian litter the edges of the sharp angular slopes of the mountains. The treacherous paths that wound their way over the cliffs and the copious warrens full of nooks and crannies and crystals and dens and stairs and corridors. A wind picked up around them, tugging at her sandy and alabaster coat. It promised a warm and scorching summer.

She shook her head. "I wouldn't trade this for the world." She turned to him finally, "I could never leave you all, not in a million years." She'd have to be buried before she'd leave her family. "Nothing calls me back to the desert. All I need is right here!" She brought her arm over her son and tugged his big hefty body under her chin, trapping him gently and holding him firmly just enough for her paws to find a tender tickle spot to run her claws softly into.


"Speech"