The journey passed in blissful monotony, the only disturbance coming when Ahweh'a stirred awake and started struggling against her hold.
"Where is Xahqoh?!" He hisses at Atha, "What did you do?!"
Atha takes her other hand off of the reins, trusting Fenris to continue on their course, "Stop it, your sister is fine!" She pulls him tighter against her chest as he tries to scramble away, "She's with Aragibal, we could only take one of you each."
Ahweh'a settles back down after that, especially when Atha urges Fenris forward slightly so that Ahweh'a can see Xahqoh safe in Ara's hold. On landing, Atha sets Ahweh'a down on the ground first before dismounting, the kitten eyeing Ara warily as Atha gladly takes Ara's out. "Of course."
It's not until about halfway through bullying Sleipnir into a stall that the weight of exactly the responsibility her and Ara have taken on starts to sink in. Shit, she didn't know anything about raising kids, she was not soft enough for it. But what other choice was there? At least she felt more there, she just had to not think about the why of it all and she'd make it through dinner at least.
Making it back in just as Aragibal is plating up, she repeats her action from back in the wilderness, taking a big bite of the food in front of the kittens.
"Thank you," She mutters at the other tank, "I'll talk once they're asleep." She owes him that at least.
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"Where is Xahqoh?!" He hisses at Atha, "What did you do?!"
Atha takes her other hand off of the reins, trusting Fenris to continue on their course, "Stop it, your sister is fine!" She pulls him tighter against her chest as he tries to scramble away, "She's with Aragibal, we could only take one of you each."
Ahweh'a settles back down after that, especially when Atha urges Fenris forward slightly so that Ahweh'a can see Xahqoh safe in Ara's hold. On landing, Atha sets Ahweh'a down on the ground first before dismounting, the kitten eyeing Ara warily as Atha gladly takes Ara's out. "Of course."
It's not until about halfway through bullying Sleipnir into a stall that the weight of exactly the responsibility her and Ara have taken on starts to sink in. Shit, she didn't know anything about raising kids, she was not soft enough for it. But what other choice was there? At least she felt more there, she just had to not think about the why of it all and she'd make it through dinner at least.
Making it back in just as Aragibal is plating up, she repeats her action from back in the wilderness, taking a big bite of the food in front of the kittens.
"Thank you," She mutters at the other tank, "I'll talk once they're asleep." She owes him that at least.