Silver Creek a hallowed whisper

Mona was the more quiet of the two. Reserved in actions as if she was a child far older; not one new to the earth who explored for the first time. Rowan watched her daughter eagerly, offering her a little nudge to guide her to feed as her brother was. 'Mon petit amour," Rowan hummed as she watched over the girl for a moment before she returned her gaze to Spring. "It's exhausting, but I wouldn't trade it for anything." She admitted. "All of this - it was worth every moment of panic, of fear."