Seaside Moors many wreaths of roses

a smile grew on the face of her mother- solaire knew by some instinct that this was a good thing. she was safe here, and maman was happy, and that brought her a simple joy as well. the awakening of her sister went unnoticed as the golden child finally reached the gigantic paw of her mother. here she became curious, and bumped a wet nose against it, somehow still surprised when it touched her back- and so she pulled away rather suddenly, staring at it before her head tilted up to the face of her mother, as if she would offer some explanation in her mystery language.