Lion Head Mesa sea witch [wp]

teya relaxed; tension she had not realized she carried seemed to exit the base of her spine. she moved closer to sorana with a reassuring air, eyes trained on tierra as she talked with great acceptance.
this was a good thing! teya couldn't have asked for it to go any better. 
"we would love to have you, tierra," the raven murmured. "caldera always open to you and caracal and sphyra." she was desperate to mend things, to prove to the fierce young soldier that she was not designed to be a withholding and evil stepmother, or even a stepmother at all.
maybe more like a mellow aunt.
the words fell to sorana again. she glanced sideways at her daughter, wondering if this was all overwhelming in the same good way it was for her.