Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

After prying herself away from the kids- which took more effort than she'd previously managed as Bronco showed up just in time to rile the kids up after they seemed somewhat settled- Niamh finally began making her way toward the bog where she'd been instructed to go and meet Towhee and Wraen. Bleary-eyed and tired, Niamh hadn't exactly caught the mischievous twinkle in Wraen's eyes, and simply assumed that this was a meeting of leaders, excluding Eljay who was still quite sullen (and understandably so) after the death of his parents. So she was more prepared for a business meeting than anything else, but wasn't surprised to see her friends jousting playfully when she finally caught up with them. 

Had she not been so short on energy, she might've bullied her way into the playful match between the two and made quite a fray of it- but instead, she clicked her tongue, eyeing the two with a skeptical but amused smile. "C'mon, really?" She asked. "Watch yer form, both of ya," She chided playfully, stepping naturally into her role as the Sergeant-at-arms to offer a bit of unnecessary criticism. She temporarily mimicked a pose- her posture well-grounded and feet squared, before she relaxed, and plonked her hindquarters down unceremoniously. She yawned; content to watch the two continue sparring, but secretly hoping that whatever they were meeting about, they could get it over sooner rather than later, so she could return to her husband and brats and go back to sleep.