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

Nemesis catches up with the exuberant girl, taking great strides to do so. Her eyes find it hard to keep locked on the girl as she darts back in forth, managing to spin around quite requently in the process. Yet, it is the words that flow from the girl's mouth that suprise her, eligable words of the common toung. "Okay! Calm down, child," She assures the girl, walking faster to prove her point. Did Potema sneak something in those leaves that would cause her milk to become a steroid of hyperactivness among the child? The idea was entirely possible. 

"You are not allowed to go to the Weeping Medow, do you understand? We cannot have you dying or gaining any deformities, now can we?" She looked down to the girl with amusement, yet her tone was of serious nature. Of course her words were heavily exagerated, but as long as the girl could not tell the difference, all was well. Instead of steering her in another direction, Nemesis followed the girl on her journey, close on her heels.

A sense of adventure was good among children. She had seen it in Xan as well. That reminded her, she would need to explain things to her son. She had once promised he would never be replaced an a misinterpreted sight of his mother and a new child could send the wrong message. But, Xan could be a fierce brother to the tiny girl, and she hoped he would understand enough to do so.