re, a drop of golden sun

Motif's lithe form would enhance the size of her pregnancy, it seemed more obvious, more swollen on her form then it might on others. Her agility, her love for the wind and running felt like a dream now that her belly swayed beneath her, obvious and heavy. Her sister didn't seem to mind the added weight pushed up against her and Motif would feel content again, here beside her sibling. Well she got comfortable she listened to what Rhy had to say, smiling at her explanation of what she had encountered. She told Motif about the herbs she had collected and an odd wolf she had encountered. Mo would raise her eyebrows at the mention of a strange wolf, wondering at her sisters definition.



?Good or or bad odd?? she asked simply, to get an idea on what Rhythm was saying with her statement. She sighed again, content and began to groom her sisters coat, the back of her neck and around her ears in familiar, gentle movements, in the pure love of siblings the two held.