Redhawk Caldera If the whole wide world stops spinning

Maia was content to sit there and tease out any catches, smooth out any ruffled patches, and smooth out the tearstained tracks.  She did shift herself to a more comfortable position now that his crying seemed to have evened out, and dropped one foreleg while the other remained draped over his shoulders.  Her hips were starting to protest bearing the brunt of both of their weight for so long, so she compromised by giving herself a tripod stance and leaning back into him in return.

She finished the side of his face that wasn't pressed into her, then smiled.  That sounds like an amazing game.  My dad never really taught us to fight unless we asked, but he used to do something like that too.  They'd pile on Dante and he'd immediately drop as though subdued, then roll over while they'd gigglingly collapsed on top of his stomach.  She'd forgotten that memory too until Eljay brought it back by comparison.  He was lucky to have you.  And it sounds like you were lucky to have him too.  Maybe not as long as they'd have liked, but some time was way better than no time at all.

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