Dragoncrest Cliffs The bottle stench may be here to stay

She did not like this space, or the way Chacal seemed embarrassed by her attention.  It was a natural thing for children to outgrow their parents' praise, but she read something worse in her daughter's pose and the slant of her shoulders.  

Had she come here with something in mind to say?  If she had, it had fled.  That was likely for the best, from the closed-off expression that adorned Chacal's features.  Rosalyn took a few steps forward, allowing the water to lap at her paws for a moment.  Then, without turning, she posed a different question.  I've heard it a few times before, but I can't remember the words.  Can you teach me?  

A definitive olive branch alongside a silent plea.