Qeya River Little ones, Little ones

Ash had hoped that her little ones would stay calm about the move. That they would be okay. But it was not to be.

She had watched helplessly as her happy son began to grow moody and whiney and she didn't blame him. Not really. She herself missed the quiet river. But despite why they were here. They couldn't go back. There was a dangerous man.

She had been in mid conversation with Acantha when Darrow cried out in the fury of a unhappy son. She offered her older daughter an apologetic look. And padded towards Darrow. Pressing her nose to him if he'd allow.

We can't go home. We have a new home.