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Maggie suddenly didn’t want to talk about her mother anymore. Every time her memory was brought up it was never pleasant, and today was pleasant, so Maggie had no desire to upset her father or herself. Maggie nodded at her father’s words about her siblings. Foxglove was strong in spirit, somehow she wished she could get her blonde sister to see it too. She seemed so fragile and easily broken now… Maggie would do anything she could to help her beloved sister. But those thoughts were too for another day.
Niro’s comment about Houston’s blood made her giggle, though she put her son back down carefully next to Florence. She sighed, and looked at her white daughter. “We’re so far from the tundra, it makes sense that there aren’t any like us here, though your two granddaughters certainly have a lot of tundra in them,” she said, looking at Florence again. “Look!” she said excitedly, incredulous that this was the first time she had noticed this. “She has a little mohawk coming through, too,” Memphis certainly took after the Takekuro look the most, but Florence had a small gray tuft of hair between her ears that made her mother wonder. Would she too carry the Takekuro hawk? Only time would tell.
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