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Heath's voice rose beside hers, and for a moment, their voices permeated the silence that hung over everything. But it yawned to swallow their words once more, and for the briefest moment, Alaine felt the crushing weight of worry return to her shoulders. But then - There! Movement among the sheep, who shuffled to reveal a very sullen, very familiar face. The little girl's tune rose in reply sulky but resigned as if she knew of the lecture that was coming. Tail low, Sylvie was quite the pitiful sight as she made her way towards the two waiting adults. Relief poured from her very pelt, and the too-young mother exhaled a breath she was unaware she'd been holding.
Having exuded her moment of joy Alaine let her ivory hands fall to rest on the slender curve of her hips, her own softly curled tail her high, and quick dashings of anger lighting her emerald eyes. She waited till the pup had slunk right up to them and let her momentarily silence hang over her in punishment. Heath spoke, then, his voice soft with emotion. Though her eyes remained trained upon her charge, one floppy mocha ear twisted towards the stablemaster in surprised. He sounded just as relieved as she did, with not an ounce of disapproving tone to his words! Well, somebody was going to have to be the bad guy here, and Alaine supposed with a deep sigh that it would be her.
The healer crouched down on the heels of her footpaws, so that she could get level with the pup's brilliant violet eyes. Her ivory maw opened in reprimand, but no sound came out; Then, like some sort of instinctive reaction, the collie-woman merely swept the little girl into a bear hug. IN the back of her head, she was aware that the display of emotion was probably very improper, but feeling the little form safe in her embrace was enough to push those thoughts away.
" I was so worried."
The words were a rushed whisper, and told more about how much she adored the young girl than any ballad could have. Sylvie might not have come from her womb, but she was Alaine's now.
The young healer released Sylvie and straightened, her features brisk and disapproving once more. One eyebrow arched, and she looked quickly to Heath before returning her gaze to the pup.
" You have a lot of explaining to do, miss!"
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