Dragoncrest Cliffs Your heart full of foxes

she manages a tiny smile, sniffling into mother's chest. she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be babied a little -- she kind of likes it. only in a short dose, though. after a few moments of indulgence the gona pulls back, nodding, her expression still crestfallen. "it does," she agrees, frowning. "how did you... get on?" it'd never occured to her that mother might have had any romances before nomi -- it gives her brief, fleeting hope (although that won't last).