Freya had to get away from the orchard, at least for a little while. Golden paws carried the small girl across landscapes she did not know. Scents she did not recognize drifted in and out of her head, emeralds scanning for familiar plants. Then a scent she knew struck her. Freya lifted her head, aware that she was close to the shore. A gold shape stood out among the black of the beach.
Changing her course the small girl trotted off towards her mother. "Try to get your paws on some Motherwort, it?ll help." The girl offered as she pressed into her mother?s side. "I missed you Momma."
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