Fork in her path

The little pupped stirred at the softly spoken words and she leaned over to gently rub her tounge along its forehead, admiring the beautiful life before with a touch of awe in her eyes. She knew she loved this child, with an astounding, painful clench in her heart she knew Shaye was precious and beautiful and that giving her away would kill her. She knew also that she wasn't going to change her mind, yet a part of her hoped that Shai would not come, or Shai would not be right for their little girl and she would be forced to keep her, and it would be alright – because Shaye had no better option.

She sighed softly as the little girl shifted and seemed to fall deeper into sleep. Only then did Motif raise her head and look back at her sister, nodding softly to show she had heard the others words, and it would be in Motif's eyes how important that was to the Abaven queen.