Her daughter was doing better, getting back on her feet. Her daughter would be able to begin training, and Arietta looked forward to that day. Both of the women were getting stronger... but the small fae knew one thing. No matter how strong or independent Vesta got she would always be Arietta's baby. The femme loved her daughter endlessly, even if she was not all that her daughter might have wanted in a parent. For much of the morning, as the sun began to rise, Arietta was watching her daughter as she slumbered, a gentle smile on her face. She remembered when she was so little... But now, being over six months, her daughter was growing into her adult body. Soon would be time for her to find her own den. The brown fae doubted her little one would want to den with her forever. "Vesta?" Arietta would call to her child after a bit of time. "Vesta, hunny? Could you wake up? I'd like to speak with you." The woman didn't know how much her daughter had been doing on her own, but she wanted Vesta to know she supported her no matter what. Soft blue eyes were shining some, hoping the white, golden eyed girl would be willing to talk. "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Vesta Armada had been regaining her strength at a quick pace since she had left the den to accustom herself to the outside world but she still often slept to a later hour that she had when she was little. Today was no exception until a coo from her mother had woken her up. Her eyes blinked open all groggy as she yawned and looked at her mother. ?Just a few more minutes mother?? She pleaded before her eyes closed again and she fell back asleep. Words from her mother, we need to talk, made her eyes open wide as she turned to her mother in concern. Had something happened? The concern for her sole parent, as she shunned the name Sin, shown in her golden eyes as she quickly rose to her paws. ?Has something happened mother?? She asked out of concern.

Arietta understood her daughter was tired and she would have let her sleep longer had Vesta not become so alarmed by her words. Arietta would give a soft, reassuring smile, closing the distance between the two of them and nuzzling her daughter's shoulder. "Shh... of course not. Everything is just fine. I just wanted to talk. We... haven't done enough of that lately." The femme would sit back upon the den floor, tilting her head to the side as she looked upon her daughter. Oh how Vesta was growing... her daughter would be a year old come spring, and her training would only pick up then. Her daughter was so beautiful, and so strong... Arietta was proud of her. "I guess I've just been longing for a little time with you before your training gets busy is all. I know that you're getting older, Vesta, and you're filling into your adult body but... you'll always be my baby. I love you so much... and seeing you grow up... I'm proud. Nothing is going to keep you down." Arietta's words were soft, but there was no hiding it. Even if their small family was broken... Arietta wouldn't trade it for the world. "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.'