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It was with a fond smile as she watched Naerys trot off beside Mikey, the two of them going off to do some exploring today. There was no end for her love for that little girl, with her cheerful innocence. They made the perfect family, didn’t they? Too perfect and yet not perfect in the slightest once looked at behind the scenes. Normally Alysanne would have loved to accompany them on their short trek but she needed some time away from her perfect family to clear her head.

But, not wanting to dwell on her deception either, she immediately started searching for someone else to spend her time with. Anyone. Hemlock was on the look out as well, circling above her. His idea of acceptable companions came from a very short list, composed of mares without dragon companions. It was the little owl who had spotted the demi-god first, the young filly not being on either the “Hemlock approves” or the “Hemlock disapproves” list. He hadn’t quite made up her mind about Kahlua’s daughter, much as he was fond of Kahlua herself. Mouthy one. Over there, on branch. Hemlock pointed out before landing on her head, nestled snugly between her ears. His frequent use of this vantage point had turned her forelock into quite the messy little nest but he did what he could to preen it and keep it clean, at the very least.

She’s not mouthy she’s just… mature. Alysanne chided him as she wandered over to the now-familiar sight of the raven with skull markings. Incredibly mature, more like it. She had never heard a babe speak so coherently just minutes after being born. But then, she had never met a demi-god before Kahlua had given birth to one, she didn’t even know the gods could procreate. It seemed that two years in Helovia did not mean she had stopped learning the tricks this place could pull on her.

Coming to stand near the tree, there was already a bright smile in the green eyes that looked up to the branch where the young girl perched cloaked as a raven. “Hello, little one.” Alysanne cocked her head slightly to the side as she looked at the pretty raven, wondering if shape-shifting in Helovia was the same as in Nocturne. Would the girl be able to talk to her as a raven? There really was only one way to find out. Uncertain as to whether she was remembered or not, she offered up her name along with her warm smile. It was too bad Naerys wasn’t with her, the little girl would have loved to see this! “My name’s Alysanne, I’m a friend of your mother’s.”