Word Count → 193 :: this post is kinda crappy because woo lightheaded
Her tail continued to wag. "Yes. That is good." She didn't even notice that Magnolia had called her 'little one' - or perhaps she simply didn't care. The gray female fell into the 'non-threatening' categories in her mind, since she had known her since she was a pup. It was impossible to think of her babysitter in a competitive light. Perhaps she would if she had to, but Ataxia didn't want to; there were few enough people that she could trust and not worry about being vulnerable, now that her father was dead and the black cloud of grief followed her mother.
"Where are we going?" She asked, out of curiosity and perhaps an attempt to make idle chatter. They hadn't talked in a while, and the destination might reveal something. There, too, was the topic of Magnolia's appearance. She had seen her mother grow larger and give birth to Basilaris and could tell there was something different about the one who had helped raise her, though she wasn't entirely sure that her guess was right. She was dying to ask, but decided to restrain herself in case she took it as rude.
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