Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150612030721

It was impossible for Ra'Mira to sleep, knowing that right now Kirri was probably having the same difficulties. She remembered how she would stay by the side of the bed just up until the moment when the girl finally closed her eyes. Then she would tuck the little cub in under a warm sheet, place a loving kiss on her cheek and go to sleep herself, feeling just as much at ease as her daughter. Sometimes she would even make up stories and songs to tell her. She was getting good at it. To pass most of the dead time while she was on an assigment, she usually came up with some stories and songs to bring back home. That's why she always had plenty of them in store, ready to put Kirri into a sweet, dreamless sleep.

Now, however, she kind of wished that she had someone to watch over her. To tell her stories of how everything would turn out well in the end. Sadly, her own mother had died when she was newborn. Apparently the days after the delivery had turned out to be too much for her frail health and she had quietly fallen into a sleep from which she would never wake up.

She tucked the last letter back into her pocket with care. She had no intention of falling into an eternal sleep. She just needed to rest her eyes for a moment and gather her thoughts. Kirri was probably worried, but she kept telling herself that her daughter wouldn't have to worry for much longer. She would get home eventually, one way or another...

"Brother... Behaviour!" growled Rakhara.

Rokhan ignored his sister and ripped some sinewy chunks straight of the bone with his sharp canines. He was hungry, and cared little about etiquette for the moment.