Hideaway Strath Happiness is like glass

Breezing through Lotte posts. I am sorry for the lackluster quality. Tagging for reference. Molly and Ceallach both have both eyes open.

“Chusi!” Lotte beamed at her first daughter, her tail stirring leaflitter and loam. “Your father stepped out for a moment, but I and your pikkuveljet and pikkusisaret are here. Would you like to come in and see them?” She wanted to share every part of her life with the ocher-eyed girl, for there was still an almost sisterly quality to parts of their relationship in addition to what they shared as mother and daughter. It formed a rich and strongly woven tapestry between them. “Look at Ceallach and @Mallaidh,” she urged. “What can you notice about them?” Ceallach, first to open his eyes, was already wriggling toward his older sister, and Lotte licked him encouragingly, her tongue pushing the fine fur against the grain as she went up along his spine. Then she turned to her darkling daughter, bathing her tiny face in kisses. She preened the twins last of all, her lips pulling into a small frown as she looked at the weakest of the quartet. Eirlys’ weakness at the teat was beginning to show in her unthrifty form and lack of round puppy fat.