Redtail Rise fairy-land

of course Ashlar's okay with it. he even gives the girl specific instructions, which she's grateful for. she doesn't care what they do, as long as they get the babies out of her alive and well.

the various emotions that flit across her daughter's face confuse Avicus, and that confusion isn't resolved even when Masque relaxes. she isn't aware she'd been misunderstood, but shrugs it off as another one of those quirks of the red-masked girl, with a greater emotional complexity than her more primitive siblings.

goodh, she replies, pleased. she stands, stretches, and makes her way into the now-cleared den, admiring Masquerade's handiwork. she circles once, twice, then settles down with a small groan, shifting so that her belly isn't squished under the rest of her.

very goodh, Avicus says again, with feeling. her indigo eyes peer out from the dim light of the hollow, blinking thoughtfully at the healer and the budding caretaker. 'hhank you.

it's perhaps even finer than the den had been last spring.