Into the Mist

Her mother looked quite saddened by the mention of Cherokee, especially his absence, which made the lass flinch ever so slightly. Her mother's crown turned away, features obscured by thick pearly fur around her cheeks now. When Song did manage a reply, her words were softly spoken, unsure. Of course, no one expected those they loved to leave them, which only made her feel worse for leaving in the first place, for taking so long to return, and for bringing up this topic. The pallid princess hummed quietly in a mute manner of consoling her mother, edging closer to rest her head atop her mom's comfortingly. She would absently, and gently, nibble her mother's ear, trying to lighten the mood in the only- albeit goofy, way that she knew how. Blowing air out through her nose, the gentle disturbance ruffled her mother's coat in the slightest. Hey, everything will end up okay. At least you have some new kids to look after, who I haven't met yet. She would chuckle quietly, the gentle mirth rumbling through her slender ribs.
Her mom would pose a gentle query, and a plush alabaster banner would thump against the terra happily. She pulled her tiara away from her mother's, dual toned optics fixating upon the delicate, porcelain doll features of her mother. the change of subject was a good one, and though her mother still looked sad, the lass felt assured that Song would recover. She chuckled again, nodding her head. Yeah, of course. She replied, smiling softly. Mismatched audits would twitch when the sound of birdsong arose overhead, before fading away again. When we get back you should introduce me to my new siblings, they're gonna need someone to teach them navigation. She joked, banner beating against the terra once more. She was actually quite excited that she had younger siblings, little ones who she could teach all the secrets of the mangrove, and how to do things that mom couldn't teach them.