To parent the unparantable

She would have puffed up like a pleased hen when he called her wife and kissed her cheek. She sat next to him and listened to what he had to say, taking a few notes as he went, fitting back into one of her initial jobs as a scribe like a favorite coat. She nodded as he mentioned an apprenticeship for Selene would do her some good. Giving her a job would do her well.

When he started on their wayward son she glanced up at him but started her note just the same. She froze halfway through making the note and started to interject but he was moving on to the others.

She made notes for each of their other children while she thought about what he said.

"I agree about Selene. Maybe she can start shadowing some of the guards around the market in the mornings when it's still fairly quiet. After a few weeks maybe we can adjust her schedule to shadow Wylan or another packmate on their market days, selling?" She suggested. Kept the girl moving and engaged. Shadowing a seller though might be a challenge. She gets into trouble when she's bored.

She hovered her quill over Citadel's name for a moment then shifted to their other children. "Perhaps we could get them excited over a little competition between the three of them? Maybe we can have them earn something by completing some tasks?" She offered and made a note, writing "competition" with a question mark.

She hovered back to Citadel and tapped her claw over his name. He was curious... when it suited him. She didn't like the idea of putting him in harm's way at all, but if he insisted on putting himself in danger anyway there was only so much one could do. How do you protect a child bent testing his supernatural strength beyond what you could conceive? She looked up at Bas, her eyes dancing with defeat but not succumbing, with a sigh she relented, "What do you propose with Citidel?"

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"