Seaside Moors many wreaths of roses

at present, solaire lacked emotional empathy. she did not really know that her mother was heartbroken; had she known she might've done what she could to console her with her limited abilities. instead, for now she numbly teethed at the end of the bone, but soon grew bored, freeing the thing from her jaws and gazing up at her cinnamon mother with wide blue eyes. mm, she mumured to herself quietly, approaching her mother on steady little feet that were just learning to walk.