Alamea had watched as two of her children found themselves among the company of ?friends? during the storm, all too aware of her children?s reaction. In truth while seeing Kismet had been a surprise she had also not been too shocked. No it was Saga, that had come out of nowhere. Apparently her son had taken after Warja, a secret friend he had not seen fit to tell either his parents about. Not that Alamea could fault them, she and Rune hadn?t exactly been the most open about their relationship, keeping it a relative secret nearly up until her pregnancy.
Alamea sat quietly just beyond the grass, watching the plains. Autumn had withered many of the stalks and early morning frost painted them white. Soon they?d turn brittle and many would probably die beneath their paws and the snow. The grass rustled and Alamea honed in on the location. The small white woman crept through the grass, doing her best not to break the silence. Finally a small cream form came into view and Alamea drew up just a bit behind the girl. "Hello." She spoke softly, a smile tugging at her features. She had met Kismet, but the other young new recruit she had yet to actually speak with, perhaps that would change today.
