12.Nov.20, 03:37 PM
When her daughter came running in, Zahrah hid a grin. Not only was her daughter always running, always moving, she did so with an unmistakeable presence. It was a heady rush of emotion, a jumble of brightness, but rather than addressing her right at the moment, she continued with working a shard of orange glass into place before she turned to Zarel.
"Of course I want to read my letter," she said with a bright laugh. "You make us klah, then, love. I see you got a letter, too. That's brilliant. I bet he appreciated your last one so much." Zahrah hadn't read it because she believed her child should have her privacy but she had offered spelling corrections when asked. Remarkably, there were few requests but Zarie was a bright child. She washed her hands a few moments later and settled into the fur lined couch with klah and her daughter sitting next to her.
"Did you meet the Runner again?" she asked softly, working her letter open.
"Of course I want to read my letter," she said with a bright laugh. "You make us klah, then, love. I see you got a letter, too. That's brilliant. I bet he appreciated your last one so much." Zahrah hadn't read it because she believed her child should have her privacy but she had offered spelling corrections when asked. Remarkably, there were few requests but Zarie was a bright child. She washed her hands a few moments later and settled into the fur lined couch with klah and her daughter sitting next to her.
"Did you meet the Runner again?" she asked softly, working her letter open.