So it was with heaving sides and flaring nostrils that she galloped up to the outskirts of the meeting—just in time to catch their patron god appoint her ma as lead. Her pink lips dropped open, shocked. Her eyes went wide, candied teal gems darting from Aisling to Tiamat and back.
“ ‘Grats ma,” were the only words she could manage to croak out, voice stolen by awe. Her ma. Lady of the Basin. Woah. Her gaze finally darted over to her pops when she found him, looking to trade a look with him. She had no idea her ma was such hot stuff. She knew she was head sneak, but now in charge?! She shook her head slightly, but a lopsided grin spread across her muzzle.
This meant she was daughter of the boss. That meant special privileges. That meant she couldn’t get in trouble. (At least, that was how her mind worked it out.)
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