Lion Head Mesa [WP] sage

teya sang; she sang and sorana screamed inside.
it cut her voice away with a gasp; she reached for her daughter as she saw the tears.
she regretted this, all of it; the party, the loudness. she should have known! she should not have —
the former fenwolf was rising, ignoring the eyes on them both; she was drawing sorana away from the crowd, to the side, smoothing cheeks and brow, whispering to soothe her poor child.
"it okay, baby, breathe." they were going to leave; they were going to go. how could she have subjected sorana to more horridness after all that had happened.