"Mother, I missed you," Desilva whispered as she buried her head in her mother's shoulder, long waves of black hair rubbing against her mother's shoulder.
Memoline looked down at her daughter, weary peach lips spreading into a smile. "I missed you too, Silvi." She gently brushed off Desilva and peered lovingly at her daughter's face, squishing her cheeks slightly. "It's been a while since I've seen you, have you been neglecting visiting your mother?"
Desilva flinched slightly before immediately shaking her head, soft cheeks rubbing against callused slender hands. "No mother, I could never," she smiled reassuringly, "just been a little bit busy lately."
Memoline chuckled lightly before glancing behind Desilva at Chalice who immediately bowed her head in greetings. "Good evening Chief."
