Arrow Lake If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget

Velvety ears flickered to invite the sound of her son’s warble in, and a smile already charted its path along scarred lips even before her thoughts roused to think. The mother’d since  ( finally )  learned by what she knew to be Dragomir’s aversion to touch, and rather than kneel to kiss him like she wished, she instead chirruped a lilting ”Aahhh,” in a vocalization that could be considered informative.

Snowdrops began to alight on her own pink nose and lashes, and Aurëwen gave her sculpted head a to-and-fro ruffle; but after a while, it was with a resigned sniffle that she accepted this ivory fate. Instead, she tucked herself closer to her son, shimmying onto her belly into the dewy growth with blatant disregard for the chill there. She could at least provide him with some warmth — if he wished to huddle against her — as well as still giving him a view.

Wisping a cherry tongue along her maw, the silver simpered at Drago, and then proceeded to demonstrate one of the simple, ageless joys in life: catching snowflakes on one’s tongue. She did this with a breathy giggle, if only to coax Drago to follow suit; eyes already gleaming heavenward. It’d been seasons since she’d done such a thing, when she’d been as small as her children and had done this freeing thing with her brother.