Silver Creek Silvermoon

The creek was perfection. Mag had never seen something as still and serene as this, given that she grew up where riptides were prevalent and stormy weather prolific. Even with the rest of the swampland surrounding the creek there was nothing but beauty here

Then the illusion was shattered.

The booming voice of a stranger carried to where the oil-spill woman lurked. Mag turned to regard them, whoever they were, and saw a pair of pale wolves that looked nearly identical.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably and turned so that the creek was alongside her ( almost as if protecting the secret majesty of it from foreign eyes ) and as she slunk from cover, watched as one pulled the other forward.

Mag was silent. She did not know what to expect - but she also recognized the girl, and saw how roughly she was treated, which made her hold her tongue all the firmer.

With a name like Sovereign how did this mother expect to breed humility within her daughter? It was neither Mags place to say this, nor really her concern, given that she wasn't a mother herself. Something in the pit of her belly twisted with brief, explosive pain at that thought.

She cleared her throat softly as she listened to the girl make her announcement. Her attention fought to divide between the girl and the potential threat of the mother but Mag smiled a thin, strained smile for both.

Apology accepted. Mag answered.

You the ma, then? her head lifted so she could peer around the girl to the scarred giant. In the moonlight she looked surreal.