Larksong Grotto Mama Nova

The pup lunged playfully for her muzzle, wiggling in excitement and drawing a raspy laugh from the old woman, whom was taking the rough play with ease and sending a few gentle nudges his way. Blowing air on him seemed pretty effective though, as her spectral eyes watched the boy loose his balance and topple over. Reaching forward, the old woman smiled, giggled, and tried to nuzzle Tapat to his paws. 

                   "You're okay, little Tapat."

She was a loving and protective mother, but she'd always believed in letting children learn by experience sometimes. He'd fallen, and now maybe he would see that jumping in that way wouldn't bode well should he try it again. It was an unfortunate irony that he would not retain such a lesson, but she didn't know anything of his memory problems -- perhaps further in the future she would pick up on it, if nobody else had, but not when he was playful and young as should be.