Falling Softly

Her daughter squealed softly and began to circle her, while nipping softly at her flank and playfully managing to step on her tail. Wren laughed quietly and collapsed, before rolling on her back and moaning like a dying animal. "You win...!" She announced quietly, opening her eyes to see nothing. The dame blinked quickly and turned her head until she could see her daughter. But once she found her, she was rather disappointed. The young girl sat there, head tipped to one side, expression showing confusion. Wren frowned and sat up slowly. Where had that fun little girl gone? Weren't they just playing and acting silly a few seconds ago? What happened? The dame slowly approached her daughter and sat before her, reaching down and kissing her head once again. "Is there something wrong, my sweet child?" Concern replaced the happiness that swelled her heart, as she awaited her daughter's answer. If she gave her one at all.

"Speech"
'thoughts'