Moonsong Glacier a tear in the membrane

Oh, she did not mean— Her face fell along with his legs, and she forged forward to meet him, planting her cool muzzle upon his brow;

A gentle kiss, a reassurance.

My baby, she whispered, smiling past the tears. I haven't seen you in so long. . .

How handsome he'd grown! She stepped back, taking him all in. Obviously nothing of her blood—but Mou's, for sure. A Redhawk born and bred; she can't help grinning at the sight, wondering at how her life had taken such twists and turns.

How are you? Maegi asked, tilting her head.