Bearclaw Valley to my mother

no more little sneezes sounded from the crook in astara's arms. the little stormcloud, with her nose rimed in snot, had fallen to sleep.

to succumb to slumber that easily! astara admired avicus' ability to sleep so fast; here, she would think for hours before sleep finally deigned to visit her.

arranging herself protectively around avicus, and trying not to jostle aventus in the process, astara brought her nose to her tail, with both babes nestled between her arms and flanks. for now, there was peace; astara's eyes closed, but her mind remained awake for some time.