Wapun Meadow this seat's taken

Her gaze had wandered all about them, but when Dulce had proposed her with an inquiry, the answer was simple enough: ”I was gathering some flora for my copii— ah, my childrens,” a quick clarification. Then: ”I like to think that my son will become an adamant tracker, someday. Ever since he was born, he’s always had a nose to ze ground and one paw out of ze thicket.” ...Well, she’d meant for the answer to be simple.

With a flustered clearing of her pale throat, Aurëwen surrendered an apologetic smile, tried to rein in her tongue, and then turned the question towards Dulce instead, ”And, you?” A pause, and then a kittenish curve of lips, ”Has curiosity lead you back towards Diaspora, perhaps?”