Noctisardor Bypass trash mountain

The first days of taking care of the children were both gratifying -- she felt as though dreaming when watching little Indra -- and tough -- mostly because Abel was a loud child. She had often thought that maybe she should lay on him for just a little bit, just to get a moment of peace. Or perhaps she should simply lay him out in the woods, or drop him in a river. These thoughts were bothersome to her, because she knew they were wrong; she knew she should care for him as she did for Indra. However, in practise it was simply impossible. He made it impossible.

Laurel was glad when Sequoia showed up, honestly. She'd meant to talk to her alone, from the day they'd seen each other when she had her children along. There were things you couldn't talk about in front of children. Laurel wasn't sure what she wanted to share with Sequoia and what not, though. There were just too many things that were too painful to talk about.

Heya, come in, she called out from the den at Dawnleaf's western edge, bubblier than the last time they'd met now that her wounds were mostly healed, though sounding tired.