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Perhaps it was her attitude that scared Morwenna. Ignited a maternal fear inside of her. Or was it how she went deadly silent in the company of the woman. Morwenna's ears flattened to her head at the silent admission.

Hey now, Morwenna lowered herself to the ground, attempting her best efforts to look as non-threatening as possible. She could manage it— she's had children of her own before. You're alright. Why don't you tell me your name?

Morwenna fully lowered her head to the ground now, nestling the grass beneath her chin. It frightened her to see a whimsical child all on her lonesome.

I'm Morwenna. Is that your toy? She gestured to the small bone carving that she had been playing with.