Firefly Ravine A walking ball of anxiety

All the while, Sen had been watching the exchange. On some level, she knew that socialization was important, but that didn't necessarily mean that she felt like allowing Chusi to partake in such an activity. She had much to learn, still, and plenty of growing to do before the mother would feel comfortable with letting her go anywhere or do anything. Yet, there under her supervision, it wasn't so bad—that is, until the child had stumbled. Immediately, the serpent had jolted upright, ready to take a step forward, only to find that the girl had quickly righted herself. Still, she felt uneasy, wishing to drag the kid back into the den and force her to stay there. The desire to do so only increased when she'd observed the manner in which she was acting around Zephyr, growing irritated by her antics, as well as by what she assumed to be his enjoyment of the affectionate gesture.

"Chusi, enough," the woman commanded, staring her daughter down. Behind her, the Gorgon's tail could be seen lashing around, mimicking that of an annoyed feline. No daughter of her's would behave in such a way, that was for damn sure.