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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 4:27 pm
"Nyesha," the older lioness said in a tone that demanded the young female's full attention, "this den is your home for as long as you want to live here. I will never, ever throw you out for any reason. And if your mother can't stand to be around you for whatever reason, she knows better than to do anything to you. or your children." And if she didn't, Tarafa would give her a good talking to. There were some things that simply weren't done, even if you were Mittere.
"You just focus on your cubs, and take as much time as you need with them. Let me handle Mittere," the Bard concluded.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 4:36 pm
Nyesha's ears turned back when her mother used her serious voice but soon she couldn't help but smile just a little bit. It felt more normal and reassuring, in this strange situation she had put herself into, to have her mother talking to her like that. It didn't sound like there was room to argue so she changed the subject. Leaning more against Tarafa, she put her head down.
"I'm tired," she murmured, "Stay with us?"
She wasn't sure when she might feel rested enough to actually get up again but she suspected the cubs would get there first and having someone else around to notice made it easier to let herself drift off.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 4:40 pm
"Of course, dearest," Tarafa answered the quiet request. She could feel herself deflating after that sudden outburst. Dealing with Mittere was going to be a headache and a half, she could tell. But for now, she would curl up around her daughter and grandchildren, and nothing more would bother them until morning light.
Amongst everything else that had halppened, Pestilence had seen fit to bless her with grandchildren, and that was no small gift.
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