Sure! This'll be my last post. Thanks for the great thread!
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Her scheming mind, for the moment, detracted her attention from her young protege and onto the actual schematics. Would Ghita be able to convince her brother-in-law to lend her his horse after all? Of course, that was the least of her worries - Anu surely would have something to say about their planned journey. But Ghita didn't mind in the slightest - in fact, she understood with a rare clarity. Despite her plans, however, the fae was beginning to fear that she wouldn't be able to keep her promise to Alder, at least in the immediate future. But Anu would understand the pact made between her pup and Ghita, and the fae knew with faith that Anu would make the right decision for her pup.
The fae had been keeping an eye on Alder from the corner of her eye as she thought and padded back towards the manor. Now, once she heard his voice speak up, her attention was quickly diverted back towards him, and she blinked down at him, noticing almost immediately the longing on his face. Twitching her ears down in a sign of failure, she felt as if she hadn't done a good enough job of company for her young companion. However, in her heart of hearts, she knew this feeling was irrational, and nothing would rival Alder's love for his mother.
"Especially your mama, Alder." She spoke up, grinning toothily. It simply wouldn't do for Ghita to sweep in and kidnap Anu's pup for a day to the ocean. In response to his seeming homesickness, the Italian mother felt the need to pick up the pace a little. Alder would be slightly faster than she'd be, with the energy of a young pup and enthusiasm, but Ghita held the upper hand in stamina, despite not being able to use a leg. Turquoise optics beginning to see the Manor not too far off, playfulness sparkled in her eyes. "Do you want to race back to the Manor?" Upon hearing his answer, the fae sped off after him, lingering just slightly so he felt he was winning, all the while guarding him with his life. For there isn't much in this world that's more precious than the lives of the young.
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