Swiftcurrent Creek sun heeds high

Small citrine irises searched Morwenna as she voiced her concerns, attempting to scold a daughter who was not her own. Leonore could not understand. I wanted to play in the stream. It was a simple answer, she thought. What was the woman so worried about?

She felt alright - maybe colder than usual. She was beginning to gain weight, but not enough. Often she struggled to keep warm, though it did not bother her in the least. The approaching winter would likely change such things.

Is maman looking for me? To her, this was the important question. While she had no issue being snappy and rude, her mother was the one to melt such things away. Leonore loved her dearly, she would not keep her waiting if she could help it.