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Elathea is mid-leap when the oath snaps like an overstreched arm. Her spear slips from suddenly nerveless fingers to land point down in the dirt with a dull thud.
She is too concerned by the reverberating resonance in her soul to correct her course, the thrumming oscillations building and building til they too snap-
-at about the same point she is violently knocked out of the air.
A small giggle escapes her, despite her previous determination to sulk. "I want all the sorcery."
"...I'm tired."
Admitting you're tired is an adult thing to do, Samira thinks.
Mama's sure told them that a lot. "I am too," she grumbles.
...She wants to be an adult like everyone else, but, also, she just got mom back.
"I'll let you tell us a bedtime story," she says to mom, magnanimously. Mom said she's missed being their parent, so, this is Layla being a very gracious adult, and not Layla being a little kid who misses her mom. Definitely.
"Yeah." She leans out of the hug and switches to holding mom's hand, then glances at mama and Micqui.
Off to bed with the twins.
Elathea remembers the tucking-in routine well enough, though Layla may have to give her some guidance if things have changed.
Well, they've been putting themselves to bed every night for over a year, so...
Layla doesn't actually really correct her, except a very little bit on the stuff they were already growing out of last time mom helped with this.
(Being spoiled's... Nice, sometimes, especially when she's just been scared her whole family was going to end and when she's had to be more mature than she'd like for a long while. She can assert her independence later.)
Then once both girls are snuggled in, Elathea begins a story about a brave young princess who made friends with a dragon and rescued herself from the tower.
The giggling is only a little because she's outgrown kid stories. It's also because the story is actually funny.
Mom's still a really, really excellent story-teller, anyways. Layla just maybe should point her at the kind of stuff she's reading nowadays tomorrow.
Yeah.
She yawns again once the story comes to a close, snuggling down into her blankets. "Night mom," she murmurs.
Elathea quietly leaves the room to go find Gleam and Micqui again.
Where they've just recently concluded a very stressful and long conversation. Gleam's exhausted, and, quite frankly, needs some cuddles.
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