Redhawk Caldera junebug

she listened. many parts of her son's story filled teya with dread, almost nauseatingly so. but she listened, stroking his ears from time to time despite the fact he was no longer a small child.
"you must have been terrified," teya sighed, slipping her arm around him. "this all right. you supposed to be frightened of monsters like this." she hoped he had not assumed blame, but sensed he might have, and it strengthened a budding resolve to —
she had always wanted to leave these graves behind, but love and hope and devotion kept her here.
"you know i not mad, right, pony?" teya murmured, pulling him closer and wishing for the millionth time that bronco was here to help guide their kids through the chaos of the last year.