The golden male responded in typical Ashton fashion. As much as his way of speech bugged her, it was nice to see that he hadn't changed too much. The feeling would go away soon enough, she knew. Probably in a couple more sentences.
"Ah you know, as chill as you can be with a two month-old at home," Fin replied with a little grin. Though her son was a quiet, timid boy that didn't really give them any trouble, it was still taxing to be a mother. She settled down onto her haunches near him, giving him a once over as she did. There was something kind of off about him. He wasn't as... energetic as he used to be. Probably because he'd been traveling a lot before he'd arrived back at the Caldera. Emotional trauma over Somnia or his less-than-warm welcome didn't even occur to her.
"Still up to your old tricks?" she asked conversationally, "Fetching pomegranates and stockpiling plants?"
Whatever tricks he was up to, they weren't exactly what they were before as he gave a shrug, a somethin' like that, and excused himself. Fin watched him go with a confused tilt of her head, but she didn't say anything to stop him. Instead, she turned towards the lake, waded in a few feet until the water was up to her stomach, and leaned her muzzle down to take a long drink.
"Ah you know, as chill as you can be with a two month-old at home," Fin replied with a little grin. Though her son was a quiet, timid boy that didn't really give them any trouble, it was still taxing to be a mother. She settled down onto her haunches near him, giving him a once over as she did. There was something kind of off about him. He wasn't as... energetic as he used to be. Probably because he'd been traveling a lot before he'd arrived back at the Caldera. Emotional trauma over Somnia or his less-than-warm welcome didn't even occur to her.
"Still up to your old tricks?" she asked conversationally, "Fetching pomegranates and stockpiling plants?"
Whatever tricks he was up to, they weren't exactly what they were before as he gave a shrug, a somethin' like that, and excused himself. Fin watched him go with a confused tilt of her head, but she didn't say anything to stop him. Instead, she turned towards the lake, waded in a few feet until the water was up to her stomach, and leaned her muzzle down to take a long drink.
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«A Smashed Strawberry» - by Ashton - July 28, 2015, 12:00 AM
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RE: «A Smashed Strawberry» - by Finley - August 15, 2015, 04:10 PM