Noctisardor Bypass something kissed by the wild

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it is the cry of her daughter; her draconian amazon that is but a winterkissed ball of fluff ...which is not much more than she can say about her brother that draws praimfaya back to the shadow draped mouth of her den. she is unsure whether her children can hear her — she thinks they are still yet deaf as they are blind ...utterly reliant upon her in a way that, well, scares her. being the commander of adults was different but being a mother was a whole new battlefield that praimfaya hopes she does bumble too badly thru.

she is attentive, ears swiveling to detect if the small warrioress is just voicing her unhappiness over her brief absence or if there was something wrong.

none has slipped past her — and any that dare try would be met with the unrelenting splice of her teeth at their throat; but was skaigona too cold? was she hungry? was there some issue with worripa? hosh, skaigona. she utters the girl's name out loud for the first time, testing how it sounds falling betwixt her lips.

hearing it spoken out loud only affirms that is a good name, a fitting name for her despite that there wasn't much personality to yet draw from. ai raun. she croons into the shadows of the den, wondering if she sounds a bit crazy speaking to her yet still deaf child(ren) in trigedasleng.