01-19-2021, 12:50 PM
MARGAET ELLEFSEN
FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS
[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]the yelp that her daughter made brought the valkyrie from her half daze within the greenery, to hunt down the source of the cry, ears catching onto savah's voice. a low rumble left the woman as she approached, "wren?", her voice was thickened by sleep, having fallen asleep the night before close to a pot of flowers that she had planted moons ago. pausing to rub the sleep from her eyes, the woman would trot towards her daughter, "shh, wren. i'm here, little one." came the soothing coo as she nodded to savah, grateful that she had captured the frog. "savah's right, little one, it's more scared of you than you are of it, though you are pretty frightened.", she would murmur in a soft soothing voice, attempting to touch her nose to her daughter's head.turning her attention back to savah, she gave a warm smile, "i'm not exactly sure why little wren would be here this early aside from the beauty that this place offers. i ah, i fell asleep here last night, looking after my lilies.", she would laugh in soft embarrassment, mind flashing back to the months ago that she had been gifted her seeds by her husband, one. flustered slightly, she shook herself with a rustle of her wings, settling back to a calm demeanor.