Noctisardor Bypass there’s comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles

I'm good to continue!

Kikimora did not look upon her care-giver and feel connection, not in the way one might expect little daughters to adore their mothers. She loved her for what she was: a milk-giver, an embrace that provided warmth, one who cleaned her. Druid offered what was expected of her with her body, but had not truly given much else of herself.

Until now? 

The smallest of her brood hadn't yearned for her affection for she was too young to expect anything more. Kikimora's denim gaze blinked slowly and to ruin the moment they shared, she sneezed in the direction of her dam's muzzle.