Mumma please

Citadel gave one last angry glare at Cerberus, before turning his back on his racing buddy and following his mother's silent order. Heading back into Armada lands. He knew she wasn't done with him, and he felt anticipation and worry in his gut. It wasn't usually his mother punishing him. Would she go easier or harder on him? He thought about it, and started to relax a little. His mother was gentle, soft.


So he sat patiently, waiting for her to find him. Trying to make himself look a little smaller, making his eyes a little wider, his expression sad. So set, he waited for his mother's appearance and judgement.