From The Ashes
01-25-2014, 09:14 PM
His warmth, his presence would be enough to to quell the nerves she had managed to rattle with her worrying. Her fears had told her he would mock her nervousness, but instead he seemed to agree with her - even in theory. He would ask what they could do to be ready and she would ponder for a mere moment. ?Stay alert, in tune to the environment.? She wished there was more she could offer, but alas - she knew not what the root of her uncertainty was. Perhaps it was just that, a fear, or perhaps it was something far worse. Her boys, she would watch them closely - keep them safe above all else. She couldn't afford to fail them. Others would arrive, greeting he and her in turn. She would nod her head to each of them, occasionally letting a vocal response pass through her lips. Kyarst would quickly claim Isardis as his father, and she would chide him with a guttural noise of disapproval. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to show that she was an active mother - if nothing else. Isardis would go on to dispel tasks to each tier, something she agreed with and would work hard to enforce. Laziness could not be tolerated. She would listen to all of the tasks, noting them in her mind for future reference - and knowing her primary task was to raise the two magnificent boys they had brought into this world. Argent's presence would not go unnoticed, and she would offer a glance in the silver's direction, intent upon meeting with her privately in the near future. When it seemed focus was directed elsewhere, Sendoa would dip her head down to note Kuvio crouching behind Kyarst. Her muzzle would find the coolness of his ear, tickling at the fibers within as her voice slipped from her lips. ?You are beautiful, my son. Never forget that.? She knew his reclusive behavior was not directly related to his lack of confidence, but it never hurt to remind him how marvelous he was. She had a feeling Kyarst had already established such knowledge. ?speech,? |