Honeyed Pasture go chase the safety, not the rush

Her sons had blossomed, two different kinds of flowers. Kivaluk seemed to be more in line with his father and Akkuma, well, she saw plenty of herself in those shifting moon eyes. It was easy to see the hardship of her own youth in the thoughtful glimpses of his face.

She had not been prepared for this question so soon though.

Softly, she sought to bring him closer and walk with him away from those who might be lingering still. Well...it means their time here is done, but it does not necessarily mean it has to be done everywhere. A slow start, but certainly one that might raise more questions.