Jade Fern Grove gold in your eyes, dancing like fire

Her breathing increases, watching the child dangle from the stranger’s jaw. It would be easy if the other woman decided against the warning, turning and running off with a child that is not her own. A child that takes what should go to her children. She doesn’t have the energy to fight or chase after her and she holds steady. It could be Sos in her jaws, though. Or Aningan or Tunerk. They’ve taken the girl into their family, haven’t they?
 
But Siarut comes around the corner then just as the stranger puts the child down and she doesn’t have to make the decision. Regardless of her understanding of the common tongue, she gets the gist of what’s being said. The mother takes a few steps forward but hesitates, only because Currituck backpedals away from her and beneath the dark woman’s legs.