Arrow Lake And strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone

idk what this is umm have a rambly 9am novel ??

Aure awoke late that morning with a muted, whimpery indraw of breath that had tears pricking the dark cradle of her lashes. Scarred lips curled over needly fangs and pink nose scrunched. The silver’s willowy, dove-boned figure crescented out; thin shoulders cinching over gaunt hips; belly strained out as she arched her spine in; long, long legs quivering and pinker toes reaching.

Aure soon relaxed, and wilted into this position to massage the muscles and organs within her midsection. A schnik of pearls ended the petering yawn, and the mother was left whetting her lips with her tongue; fatigued, lisping smacks as she tried to ward off whatever slumber still clung to her mind like spiderwebs.

For a while, she gazed all unseeing, thoughts listless as the buttery light of spring morning spread itself throughout the thicket. Mothering is hard, her mind peeped, and Aurëwen turned the statement about with a few, bleary blinks. You know that parents make mistakes, and couples argue all the time. Everything will work itself out at some point. She’d stopped wondering why she’d initiated that brawl  ( nearly a fortnight ago )  and had done her best to keep after her children.

Aure liked to think she’d been doing a watchful, well-meaning job; a good one, despite her mullsome presence, as far as motherhood went. But she still felt so mute; unable to even reason with her faults; unable to tell anyone. Any sleepiness was now burnt away by simmering, hurt indignation as her lashes drew heavily to cheekbone. What more could she do, than nurturing? Give, than all her love for the children?

With a dreary little sigh, Aurëwen warily pushed up onto her elbows, gave a hazy shake, and finally looked about. As for her own ears, one of them pained her, and she leapt to the conclusion she must’ve slept on it wrong. Too crabby to work the ache from it, her sights eventually landed on Dragomir, beaming up into the thicket’s light; ears perked, as if... listening? To what? “Balaur?” came her soft chirrup.