Blackfeather Woods you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you

In no time, it seems, does the burst of energy wear out and the girl collapses on the forest floor, her back to the ground. Nemesis cannot help but to smile at the idiocity of the child, yet somehow, she finds it cute. The girl had darted in every direction, this way and that, running between her own legs and eventually falling in her own exhaustion. Yet, she reflects on the current state of her child and how she had been before, and instantly decided she would rather put up with the girl on an energy streak rather than see her the sickly thing she had been when she arrived. Adoring eyes watched as the girl beamed a toothy smile, her small chest heaving; to catch her breath. "You're silly," She gazed down at the girl, stepping forward so the child's lower half was now beneath her. Nemesis towered over the girl, yet she knew it would only be a matter of time before the girl caught up to her. She could not wait for that day.

Qilaq's energy had ceased, yet Nemesis was just begining to fully wake. While her main focus now was to take care of the girl, she had rounds to do, for she had never once skipped out on doing her rightful duty. The borders, however prominent they were, were always open to trespassing. Now that they now had a child among them, she would make sure that the security thickened; not wanting to be as much of a failure as the girl's biological parents were. "One day I will take you with me to the borders and you will see the great, dark forest that you will call your home," She would not fail in this, she could not. She was no mother, but she would learn to be one. Especially after Peitro, she could not afford to fail again. Her tone had turned serious, for the girl would be pushed from the start to achieve great things; for the Brotherhood. In a swift yet teasing action, she not to hard, nips at junction between Qilaq's chest and forleg, a fatty tissue that was most amusing to terrorize. A smile met her lips, for while the girl was small, she was fearless; and Nemesis fully expected to be nipped at right back, if not terrorized in some way or another.

"Come, I will not carry you," She steps back from the girl, turning in the direction in which they came. She signalled for the girl to follow her, for she was only permitted to venture so far, for now at least. As soon as the girl fell asleep, she would duck out, but not for long. She never strayed to far from her daughter.